CURATED BY DARKLIGHT ART.
I shut my eyes & all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes & all is born again.– From The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath
Scents the echoes of a covey of dawns– From The shape of your eyes, by Paul Eluard
Recumbent on the straw of stars,
As the day depends on innocence
The world relies on your pure sight
All my blood courses in its glance.
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