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.



4/27/14

imagine the place you've been to as a child.




the heart that sighs and grows from all the beauty.
here is 
something i saw in lines and the cards, too










































and it's good to be here, missed you.






3 comments:

  1. dear olga, i missed you too.
    and then you're back
    with your black and white poems
    filled with tenderness

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  2. and we're back home,
    and here, among your soft and gentle memories.

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  3. beautiful little stories on the cards.

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warmly,
olga.




olga