WORDLESS WEDNESDAY: WHEN THE MUS√ČE WAS OPEN TO SHADOWS

Whenever I took photographs in Paris, my lens always seemed oblivious to the hundreds and thousands of tourists and inhabitants strolling around me, as if it was all mine, art and shadows. Now, these days, with all the closures, this is how I still imagine the museums; sitting, waiting, watching the shadows turning and time […]

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IN THE SHADE

  There was a heart like a plant in a garden watered tended in a garden like a plant growing a heart beating under sunlight and sometimes shade a gentle shade. A heart nurtured in a garden a quiet garden with a fence a pretty picket fence around a house around a home and that […]

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Fading

In this empty room Sits your lonely soul, In this silent night, In this lonely night. Whilst lovers are loving And people are laughing, But not around you, But not beside you, But not for you.   Through the shadows dancing And the breezes blowing Creep lonely chills And darkness flowing. In this empty space, […]

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