richardokeeffe566:
“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.” - T.S. Eliot
richardokeeffe566:
For you
richardokeeffe566:
A splash of red and love was in the air
richardokeeffe566:
You hide the tears of a clown
richardokeeffe566:
Forget-Me-Not
richardokeeffe566:
Always
richardokeeffe566:
We’re floating as one…
richardokeeffe566:
Transformation
richardokeeffe566:
Seduction