I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms upstairs, indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.
You are glowing like a fierce angel. I would have died in childhood if not for books which save my life over and over and over. I firmly believe this to be true. Love, D~
I wish it could bring wine and cheese to your door and we'd sit in the garden together and just be.
ReplyDeleteYou are glowing like a fierce angel. I would have died in childhood if not for books which save my life over and over and over. I firmly believe this to be true. Love, D~
ReplyDeleteHow beautiful. The poems you choose always sound as if they could have come from your own lips.
ReplyDeleteIt conjures up an entire world, doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteWhat love is...
ReplyDeletethe poem and the image are haunting.
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