POARTRY – What words cannot say.

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A little piece of you came in through my window, balanced on a whisper, warm and cushioned in a thought. The whisper hushed and softly fell and settled where our dreams would not tell, my lips remain sealed, swollen with crafted lines. Poetry speaks to those caught in time where the blink of a light is able to shine.

This picture is Acrylic on Canvas. 125 Euros plus postage.

Hiya, I am Lauren, a lifestyle traveller, writer and health Nerd. Due to lockdown I decided to get on with writing my blog and catching up with friends new and old. I believe we are one world that for most of us wants to promote peace and goodwill to each other, wherever you are in the world I wish you well. I hope we connect and share our stories.

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