on composing poetry with the eyes she inks intermittent gold to turbulent clouds paints the unworded in to blazing sunsets and in anticipation's light silvers the mystic moon's rise *m.a
06/30/2010
Posted on 06/30/2010Copyright © 2024 Maria Massarella
Your ink delights in union with the natural and spreads itself into our hearts. A beautiful description of what we try to do.