my white room


i never saw a moor—
i never saw the sea—
yet know i how the heather looks
and what a billow be.

e.d.



1/24/12

it`s cold here and sky is changing
from colorless to yellow pink and
goes to its blue

i opened my soaps from japan
the round one is more like bakery
even smell and rough edges

cant stop making stamps 
like same songs every morning
charm of them,

first time after five years i wrote a poem
and little picture near it
went away to suburbs
to visit my friend - i wondered
after how much people change










3 comments:

  1. it's a beautiful place here. the poem on top by emily dickinson is one of my favourites! /sophie

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  2. You should not stop making stamps. They always look amazing!

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