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.



4/1/13

в любое настроение и после любой ссоры
разговора и долгого молчания можно прийти
на природу, как к другу, в которым уверен даже
больше, чем в себе. просто прийти и тихо постоять





the small glass house from i. shows his walls and roof
only in the evening, it is so beautiful that i forget it stands
there, always there for me.












4 comments:

  1. this is magcal
    just like in a dream
    what a light!

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  2. i love that distant world
    beyond the curtain . . .

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  3. a charm invests a face / imperfectly beheld

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  4. I love how this blog looks really cozy and simple yet so close to the heart. Thumbs up! Got my eye on your next posts.

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