I prefer the shade for then the sun of her soul shines even brighter #DailyHaikuPrompt #shade
Jenny
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"I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too?" -Emily Dickinson
Old letters yellow, but the heart keeps every word love is not forgotten.
Leave the world ashore, my love, and step into blue. The lake knows our names. 💙💛
On my calendar counting uncountable days ‘til our lips shall meet #DailyHaikuPrompt #calendar
He wrote with ink of absence and desire. He did not know that paper also breathes. Each word was a tremor learned in silence. Each sentence, a wound that turned into a butterfly.
. It's a miracle to see you write that message addressed to my soul. And I feel the butterflies ... Yes, I feel them everywhere. #tanka .
In the starlight of a summer’s eve all is possible and so we dance slow under the eye of a cool moon hoping our dreams can keep rhythm
Broken parts and damaged seams, Imperfect edges, jagged lines, Every deep and quiet scar, Shows exactly who you are. Woven through the dark and pain, Standing tall agains the hurt and tears You are beautiful - my words and image #flower #nature #photography
With you, my dear love, one year feels eternal or eternity brief. #senryu
. My light and my peace. My hunger and my music. You are all of that ... And the whisper in the air is me saying I love you. #tanka .
But you, min älskade, you remain like something unfinished that refuses to be corrected, and that is why I cannot stop looking.
For that mist may break when the sun is high, And this soul forget its sorrow; And the rosy ray of the closing day May promise a brighter morrow. Emily Brontë Art by Suto Kazuyuki, 'Morning Sun' youtu.be/cYQTL-ws6p4?...
Touch has a memory That’s what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget - John Keats / Iain Thomas #Geranium #flower #nature #photography #macrophotography #waterdroplets
You are blue, don’t fade. Even when the light forgets, you still softly burn. #senryu 💛
don’t say anything the rain is thinking for you in slow, soft drops 💛
Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost. Milan Kundera Photo by Viki Kollerová youtu.be/1Je4fDVETyY?...