fredag 27 februari 2009

Fragile






I see people in mourning, I hear a mothers and a fathers cry of despair, friends that wonder why, tears of pain.

No words can describe the cloud of darkness that soar above our heads on this very day.

I pray for all of you and for the angel that has passed. May she soar above the clouds, forever free, forever young.

7 kommentarer:

jtrue sa...

The textures speak to me.

Carrie Hayes sa...

Life is fragile and very precious...

Faith sa...

These are beautiful, Ida. What sorrow.

Thinking of you.

Arctis sa...

Läste dina fina ord...

Wildärtan sa...

Så vackert skrivet Ida! Tror ju att jag vet vad de handlar om...:-(

Pearl sa...

life is very fragile. beautiful picture.

Claire sa...

ida you have a very deep and reflective spirit. i appreciate that about you. the texture of the leaf is tangible yet unreal as you have paired it with your words.