bkiwik:
the angel opens her eyes, her pale blue colored iris, presents the circle and puts the glory out to hide.
bkiwik:
The wind circles among the trees And it bangs about the new-made leaves For it is breathless without you
bkiwik:
Lost, yesterday, somewhere between sunrise and sunset, two golden hours, each set with sixty diamond minutes. No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.
bkiwik:
i'm not leaving.......i'll wait for you in the corner of the frame. This negative space is where you'll find me.