Sunday, 8 March 2015

mimosa: my Springlove's name

m i m o s a
is this time of the year... how light slowly changes its' movements, baths everything it touches with a new sigh... my soul was yearning this dancing too much... light stretches hard to touch every nook of what Winter has left behind... and something changes, it's bringing Spring with it... 
She awakes my soul. Can't stop marveling myself with its beauty... splendid delicate sprout, like a butterfly kiss, you can spot her as hidden as it can be. I feel as she can heal all the grey Winter thoughts I've had, with her stunning yellow softness, kind paint playing around with light and shadows all over my skin... we had a small affair this weekend and we played around until noon

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