But I do dig these words.
Gone is forever
Here is not
The golden ringlets of red
Perhaps black
Fastened and primped to fit
the wood box
Dressed in the best
to rest
A world away
Immersed in velveteen and cedar
To see the night through
No other way, No other choice he replies.
Portrait of a Woman by Miklós Barabás
My love my care,
Simone
Gorgeousness...Just beyond wonderful painting of these young woman!
ReplyDeleteWish you blessed days,dearest Simone:-)*
Love,
***Violetta***
i dig it too, very cool
ReplyDeleteThanks for the lovely words. Enjoy your weekend.
ReplyDeletelove,love,love your blog and its gorgeous contents.
ReplyDeletewill be back for more visits.
Hugs
lila
amazing!
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