🎨 Atsushi Matsubayashi / Watercolor
The waves sweep into the shore Carrying tales from faraway I throw my heart into the sea And drown my love story
Even this late it happens, The coming of love, The coming of light. 🎨 Damian Lechoszest
Not all stories are written to be read. Some are just written to be forgotten by .. .. the one who wrote it.
Do not cry .. wind, It’s the same for everyone, This fleeting life. 🎨 Bronwyn Hill
🎨 Damian Lechoszest
In the deepest depth o my heart, There will always be an ache, Not all the words I know can explain, 🎨Damian Lechoszest
Another day with nothing to say .. So, I write the silence.
🎨 Cecile Desserle
