Thursday, May 21, 2009

An Old Song (to my husband)

I hear the soft wind sighing
in every bush and tree
the sound of my heart crying
when you are far from me

When we're apart my darlin'
there's sorrow in the wind
When we're apart my darlin'
sweet sorrow in the wind


  1. Tadpoles in frogs eggs?

  2. How much time do you give to the development of those sketches?

    Are those forms something that suddenly pops out from your mind, or are they images you've been ruminating over for a long while?


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