| If you were to look upon my soul There would be a lack of words For the truth of who I am Resides in a myriad of love The simplicity and complications of my self Are intricately woven in a Tapestry of One I am the music, emanating from all and nothing I am the longing of sweet despair I am the leaf that decays in autumn’s wind I am the fulfillment in true love’s kiss I am the silent stranger I am the passionate lover I am the hidden warrior I am the crying child I take and give I give and take In death, I live In life, I break I am only you So, who are you? |
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My Portfolio: [link]
Etsy: [link]
Commissions: Open - [link]
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"I'm still mildly in the doghouse for eating the potted apidistra in the hallway. Apparently, that's not why they're there."
-- Pan, Dead Pan and Joe Progress
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Bleaaat....@..@
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In thy temperament of ways
Such brilliance makes its mark
The shadow with the day
Envisions Light and Dark
~Me
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When in Doubt, use a D20.
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If you like the wonders of the Elements (photography), the sweet of the cutest mice in the world (digital art), the magic of wolfs, faeries and witch (traditional art), you must see my gallery [link]
Jil
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This is her picture as she was:
It seems a thing to wonder on,
As though mine image in the glass
Should tarry when myself am gone.
-- Dante Gabriel Rossetti, 1870
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The cure for boredom is curiousity. There is no cure for curiosity.
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