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.



3/17/13

прости меня











waking up early, overlapping birds singing
half of my notebook is covered with pencil
scribblings. 

the spring is somewhere near

still do not know, whether i need 
to say goodbye everytime when i leave










3 comments:

  1. Stunning drawing, Olga! It feels a bit wintery, but it makes me long for spring too.

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  2. what a beautiful drawing!
    and you are right
    spring is near
    it has to be

    love
    Patrice A.

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  3. I've been waking up to the sounds of birds lately, too. But it's still so cold with too many days of snow in the forecast. Hope you're well, Olga!

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