la voix du sang ~ Magritte
In the eye of the green
A man films his daughter
Feeding a squirrel
The trees lean away
Defer to the sky
And my footfalls they slow
Silent unbroken
unwilling to intrude
On the eye of the green
A man films his daughter
Feeding a squirrel
The trees lean away
Defer to the sky
And my footfalls they slow
Silent unbroken
unwilling to intrude
On the eye of the green
2 comments:
nice
so beautiful;
something quite haunting and fragile here. i loved the whole thing.... word, shape, image, feeling.
wow.
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