artismysanity

My words and my pictures. All I have


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Beautiful survival

It’s the middle of autumn, and look at my crocuses. I feel like crying every time I look them, the only things brave enough to be sprouting when everything else is going to sleep.

Also, I’m writing like a maniac. I’m glad so many of you said you were looking forward to reading my poems, because I’m loving this kind of posts. I hope you like the shots and the words!

As usual, click on the picture to read the poem better.