As if Nothing Snow has not fallen Wind cold as not blown Still night silent As if... Nothing was there Father Comfortable Swooping swift mind at play Shooting stars Galaxies, pour colours Over black canvases Milky-way cosmos displays Satisfied After six days Resting armchair Father comfortable In the middle of our Unknown Apple-wood resin bubbles, pops Green, red and yellow flames Bursting sparks into mid of night Last summers harvest fragrance sweet Roasting eve, with feast of Carols sung Bells... Sign in to see full entry.
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Ladroar just loves a minute by minute take on life, it's ups and downs and round and rounds. Finding myself honest and caring, then in the next moment. Daring the change, my mind begins its games and I must pick up pen or brush, or I might loose my fleeting expression. My brain's rush of thoughts; with my heart I judge each colourful image, that is brought to my attention by my old friend Imagination. I hope you enjoy the work we intend sharing with you all, good luck ! Michael
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