Those lips of blood and thunder
Wet skin under borealis’ skies
I cradle hot stars in my slumber
For I do not mind, I am ice
—–
Simone van Hove Emery
My daily dance through a creative life as a female artist and photographer with lifelong depression.
Those lips of blood and thunder
Wet skin under borealis’ skies
I cradle hot stars in my slumber
For I do not mind, I am ice
—–
Simone van Hove Emery
Just beautiful!
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Thank you 🙏🏻 😊
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My pleasure !
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Such amazing contrasts in what people are in love with you’d described here.
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❤️❤️
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Each glacier cradles its very own geyser.
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That’s an awesome take on this!!!!!
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