5.10.12

Sad Lonely Shadows





(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.

— E.E. Cummings

2 comments:

Alexandra said...

Absolutely astounding.

benzy said...

These are pictures from last year.
I never found the right poem to accompany them until now.