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she opened and died a little that day ~ opening lines again ~ that endless poem. changing shades, clinging tightly to colour –  opening,  closing ~ falling…shadow

petal-shaped words…she loved… still… those quiet forgotten moments…. still ~ remembering… still



2 thoughts on “still

  1. sliver of time which trigger by smell, sound a musical phrase, a fleeting touch – always restores the good known emotions …
    The Memory – is hidden in places, objects, gestures

    Thank you and I wish you a beautiful evening
    with warm smile.

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