Drenched… (revisited)

in lost.


Willing sacrifice

to the haunting of nature’s

ephemeral linguistics,

so lovingly stripping

mind’s creases,

ribboned into staff –

the soft landing place for notes

beloved by two

abstractly wooded dreams.

Spring shoes of eucalypt scent

skipping through snow

and leaving imprints

I don’t want to follow home…

(PS. this video is mesmerising in full screen)


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              This means so much to me πŸ’•
              And I really hope you have a lovely weekend too! So far it’s been really nice here. I’m catching up with my brother.
              Nighty night.

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      Awww you watched it. Doesn’t it make you want to slide around in the snow? 😁
      I’m thinking she may have mastered the art of levitation. Or, you know, good coffee

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        Brrr. It makes me want to cradle a mug of Gluhwein and warm my bum by the fire. Ha ha.


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    An inspiring piece, Vanessa: the music and lyrics of nature, the eternal white dream. ❄️ ❄️❄️I think I’ll stick my head in the refrigerator for a while. Sorry, I just can’t stop myself.

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