’tis the season for warm <3
Magical, so real and tint of unreal. One part dream one part reality, oh I fancy it!
Wow, the sky, the amazing divided yet united sky. Snowy landscapes, spellbinding. I have always liked snow, there's a lot of playing in the snow pictures of me as a child. I remember getting up on my own, getting dressed and all, going outside in the cold winter landscape enjoying the morning sun. Getting a bit of a scolding for that, but worth the fun. Wild child, but incredibly sweet.
Kind of wish someone had read me the old tales/poems back then, so I'd get why I kept talking to trees thinking they somehow knew things. It would have made more sense if I knew about the world as a tree or something, but I just figured they'd been around for a long time and therefore they had knowledge. Or was it because they listen?
You can uproot and move the country girl, but never take her love of trees for there's a special one, somewhere, waiting for her. Waiting to hear about secrets and dreams.
Even the secret dreams.
Then the moon. Never was it a man in the moon but a woman. Comfort and warmth on those cold winter nights. Whispering her soothing words. It will all be fine. And when one listens under a clear sky, it becomes true. The comfort will be found in blue. Inside the fence. The winds can be chilly so you better keep yourself snug as best you can. Windmills they speak such freedom, the wind cannot be tamed only played with. The feeling of wind blowing on your skin. Blow it here, to me. Make a red berry potion for your dearest. To make sure not even the mind stands in the way of completing that last picture.
This hero is needed.
Overflow with me
You get me all excited!
never hiding it
from you
I never could shout
fill me up
with you
scared you'd feel me
see the bare skin
of me
and all I do now
is dream of
you, close
never fearing
dissatisfaction
is hard, so damn hard
I can't even tell
you
how you flow in my fluids
so beautiful I can't think
can't do a thing
but fall again
again
again
feel the want
desire
meant to be for me
time says it isn't new
feelings say
new – excite
cold/hot, hot, hot
you are
beyond that pale skin and the star blue eyes
because you've got a healing smile
because you listen, actually listen
rare, it is
I wish I could send every thought I have as a paper plane to you
the art in my head
full of laughter
dance and cheer
darkness is finding it crowded
Now
the colours return
except they're wild once again
like the two ravens
knowledge is all
except it's not!
you are
all
the storm that never left me
light from the moon drowning
wind holding on to – me
tree whispers all the dreams back
expecting
I dance by the water imagine
life to come
into my arms
you never turned away
my drops that rippled
I used to think tomorrow was stupid
without purpose
no realm
tomorrow
now, I can't wait
I wake to find
my desire waiting for me
to give me pleasure
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jag gillar det bild för att du lyckas fånga en djup i dina bilder … och du är väldigt professionell också !
Kul att du gillar bilderna Ronnie, och tack för de fina orden!
An Empire!
’tis the season for warm <3
Magical, so real and tint of unreal. One part dream one part reality, oh I fancy it!
Wow, the sky, the amazing divided yet united sky. Snowy landscapes, spellbinding. I have always liked snow, there's a lot of playing in the snow pictures of me as a child. I remember getting up on my own, getting dressed and all, going outside in the cold winter landscape enjoying the morning sun. Getting a bit of a scolding for that, but worth the fun. Wild child, but incredibly sweet.
Kind of wish someone had read me the old tales/poems back then, so I'd get why I kept talking to trees thinking they somehow knew things. It would have made more sense if I knew about the world as a tree or something, but I just figured they'd been around for a long time and therefore they had knowledge. Or was it because they listen?
You can uproot and move the country girl, but never take her love of trees for there's a special one, somewhere, waiting for her. Waiting to hear about secrets and dreams.
Even the secret dreams.
Then the moon. Never was it a man in the moon but a woman. Comfort and warmth on those cold winter nights. Whispering her soothing words. It will all be fine. And when one listens under a clear sky, it becomes true. The comfort will be found in blue. Inside the fence. The winds can be chilly so you better keep yourself snug as best you can. Windmills they speak such freedom, the wind cannot be tamed only played with. The feeling of wind blowing on your skin. Blow it here, to me. Make a red berry potion for your dearest. To make sure not even the mind stands in the way of completing that last picture.
This hero is needed.
Overflow with me
You get me all excited!
never hiding it
from you
I never could shout
fill me up
with you
scared you'd feel me
see the bare skin
of me
and all I do now
is dream of
you, close
never fearing
dissatisfaction
is hard, so damn hard
I can't even tell
you
how you flow in my fluids
so beautiful I can't think
can't do a thing
but fall again
again
again
feel the want
desire
meant to be for me
time says it isn't new
feelings say
new – excite
cold/hot, hot, hot
you are
beyond that pale skin and the star blue eyes
because you've got a healing smile
because you listen, actually listen
rare, it is
I wish I could send every thought I have as a paper plane to you
the art in my head
full of laughter
dance and cheer
darkness is finding it crowded
Now
the colours return
except they're wild once again
like the two ravens
knowledge is all
except it's not!
you are
all
the storm that never left me
light from the moon drowning
wind holding on to – me
tree whispers all the dreams back
expecting
I dance by the water imagine
life to come
into my arms
you never turned away
my drops that rippled
I used to think tomorrow was stupid
without purpose
no realm
tomorrow
now, I can't wait
I wake to find
my desire waiting for me
to give me pleasure
Your scenes inspire oh so much!