

Day 17: Of August SunshineIt is raining, for the anniversary of Sunshine is no longer. The annual expectation is now the annual precipitation, of that I do regret.Day 17: Of August Sunshine
I was going to call upon the sunrise today, but she woke me first -- to a disturbing alarm “You’re late!”. And I thought perhaps she remembered.
Who could remember the day better than the Sun? But nonetheless, it was just her ever_waking_light that called down.
There was no memory of our love. The distance between myself and the heaven I feel (or fell from) is ever growing as the winter hides
behind Autumn. Bright and encircled by shadow at the base of the tree, is regret
Dank je voor je welkom, ik zit mijn ogen uit te kijken hier. Wat wordt er op deze site veel moois neergezet.
Mooie foto's maak je!
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My pain is constant and sharp, and I do not hope for a better world for anyone. In fact, I want my pain to be inflicted on others.
yours is pretty nice as well
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"Happiness is our only excuse for living" - Faludy György
I'm really grateful
you are welcome to visit my gallery again
And I'll visit again
greetings!
Karin
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