sasha kazantsev, 2010

Sparkles twinkles and lights
dance in shattered glass
fingers and heart bleed

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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2 Responses to Sparkles

  1. Encore une allegorie triste.
    Et encore tu peins l’image tellement belle.


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