~ George Eliot
Painting by: Claudia Porstmann
Painting by: Claudia Porstmann
Faded looking glass, distorting the image staring back at me. Lies are all you whisper, reflecting nothing more than a stranger, hiding beauty from my seeking eyes.Posted by Princess Camille at 04:37 1 comments
Labels: Reflections
Wisps of glitter, golden sunbeams, vibrant rainbows; dreams fill the air, the scent of Spring blossoms. Chase them through the corridors of your imagination, waltz with them as you sleep. Capture them and store them in the bright chambers of your heart.
Dreams are strange things: they'll slip through your fingers like foggy sand if unlived. Don't let them escape.Posted by Princess Camille at 16:11 2 comments
Labels: Imaginings