From Apple to hemlock via sycamore
Letting go
Letting go
Holiest fruit, classical poison, helicopter seed
Letting go
Letting go
Through the labyrinth, I catch the breeze and fall
Letting go
Letting go
And with love, I hold on to me
Letting go
Letting go
Holiest fruit, classical poison, helicopter seed
Letting go
Letting go
Through the labyrinth, I catch the breeze and fall
Letting go
Letting go
And with love, I hold on to me
Your text reads like a person discarding his/her outer skin and keeping their real self. Many thanks.
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Lucy I like this very much it has the feeling I hoped my writing would convey. Hope you and Sam are OK. Carla
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ReplyDeleteThanks, yes, that's exactly what it's about. I'm glad the meaning came through :-)
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