Rings festooned every whitehead of her heartthe spark in her eye ignited His heart
Disregarded Possessions lay upon a velvet clothnow abandonedthey belong to no one
For instance Candles are litthey streak like rosesthey sound and blush The stage opens my spiritI be there...and I illustration I take hostage a noble to the side....
"that her lost love... is the key to her silver wings"
so I took pen and inkand wrote it all downI prayed and asked to display himself now
but he did not answerand she not here awayAnd I am leftwith tremendous poems candles and amber hellhole
Gathering place of a Wizardess
This photo series:A vintage framed satin picturethat second hand to drape in my parents homeI second hand to view at it as a childand contemplate about these two souls!I wondered who they were..and similarly wondered if I'd fall in love one day too..
I love to set a hunt on fire..Candle blush.....a part of every wizardess's day!Yes even in pastel...it is delicate in photographs.romance...butterfly wings..evil jewels..velvet and satin and a bit of mystery!A corner of magic in a snub thorough each day igintes the wings to gambol acceptably abit mega.Everyone wishes to gambol
Wishing you all a corner of magic in your day
even a line or two of silly-go-nowhere- poetrychildhood memoriesand resources that sultry the Gathering place and spirit with mystery
Accept a Stimulating Week ahead!
Thankyou for ALL you extreme annotations...and new backup..kisses and hugs and sparklesVictoria~