Maybe one day We will find ourselves again. Beyond the sky .. In a sea of books on a corner shop, Where an old song plays on the radio .. And you star to believe in love again. 🎨 Cindy Press
Thank you for letting hang out in your words While mine are gone.
Perhaps so is joy, Seen from inside : A valley of light, An ethereal wind. Barbara Kingsolver
Would you still read me When I become a blank page.
🎨 Adisorn Pornsirikarn / Watercolor
I ask my heart .. -Why it feels so lonely- My heart replied .. -Because your love is real-
The real tragedy is, Your own expectations.
We cannot see our reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see. Zen saying
To whom this may concern, Don’t let the hard days win. 🎨 Laura Mocnik
