Monday, 27 May 2013

Summertime evenings enveloped in mist.

Today
I'm in a secret garden
Surrounded by
White flowers,
Holy statues,
Lost seagulls and found knots.

I sigh.
I look left.
I spot that I'm dead.
Then I sigh again.

I realize Joanna is staring at me.
Now I see the resemblance:
Neither of us belong in this garden,
As both of us were manics
And we died beclouded.

6 comments:

  1. Pues a mi me gusta más tu top ^^
    Y las florecillas blancas de fondo.

    Un jardín secreto siempre es buen lugar para perderse un rato (o más).

    muaaak.

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  2. Beautiful! Love the pictures with the flowers!!!

    xx

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  4. Preciosa. Te queda genial la falda alta.

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