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.



1/12/12

my space, has moved
from place to place, to another city
still makes me feel home as soon as
i see my things











1 comment:

thank you
for taking time
and leaving a word,
i will reply right here.

warmly,
olga.




olga