White is as pristine sun-light dancing o’er rippled waves.
Black is as pompous moon-light dimly showing its way’s.
Gray is too ambivalent to make any choices on a given day.
photos n poetry
White is as pristine sun-light dancing o’er rippled waves.
Black is as pompous moon-light dimly showing its way’s.
Gray is too ambivalent to make any choices on a given day.
words create wonders
me, my pen and paper
Pain goes in, love comes out.
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A drop of ink may make a million think. - George Gordon Byron
An Artist Who Writes