for love is the beauty of the soul
the pile of cloth made with love doesn't grow
yet the love grows because little pieces are defined
I try to isolate the pain from my whole life
but sometimes life is so complicated that the power for isolating is poor
webbies....look for love
what who when it shines on
beauty whitin grows!
don't you think?
Feathers form feelings - loe your blog x
ReplyDeleteI meant 'love your blog'!!
ReplyDeleteLove to you.............
ReplyDelete(((Yvette))) I love these cloths & how every piece holds a story
ReplyDeleteook in de kleinste dingen kan je de grootste liefde stoppen, yvette!
ReplyDeleteveel sterkte,
Hi again Yvette: I turned up again to find you in both the Dutch and English versions of your blog..so glad to recnnect with you. One ay soon I intend to return to my blog..
ReplyDeleteThere is a richness here...an honesty, truths spoken. (((hugs)))
ReplyDeleteThere is much beauty and love here.
ReplyDeleteik twijfel er niet aan dat dit met liefde gemaakt is, je ziet dat gewoon
ReplyDeletethere is nothing else to do
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looking for how Love works,
watching Love
trying to understand Love
trying to carry Love
Just passed by to see your blog and hope that the Blaf is doing well. I have been away a while..your words always resonate with me. Much love to your beautiful soulful self.. from my heart.
ReplyDeletelove grows reading your words; seeing your work. I hope the pain eases... maybe it, too, contributes to the beauty?
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