Saturday, December 28, 2019

Eternity of a Dream

One cool December morn I woke feeling the wind blowing the frosty sea in my heart and painterly chased the fleeting clouds over the lee of my dreams.

The real journey does happen in your mind and I have a little notebook for a conspirator to listen to all my secret longings. Can you feel my heart beating upon the canvas pouch? I do. I really do.

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