Hung like memories of pastel paper, lighting the darkness with its soft aged glow. The lamp flickers siting in its place, dancing the shadows like a lover to a tune. Resting comfortably, just waiting like an old friend, to welcome the cared for home.
Hrummmmmm well I thought it was going to complement the serenity that this piece sets upon all that have viewed its calming flow....but I am going to hope that its not to lame . Thanks for posting this wonderful piece .
Awwwaaaa I like lies that help me feel good , but seriously, your work is fantastic and I cannot wait for the future posts, and inspiration to spit words of (semi)poeticisem, with a truth of heart behind the influence .