i loved the way everything tied together in this wings/moon/dreams until the dreams stretching out were wings. you paint a glorious picture of the night and i do so like the so subtle handwritten text- the poetry seems more immediate and personal because of it. Stunning!
i like the font robin, but i'm having some trouble making some of the words out. i like what i can read, but can't really comment til i know he whole poem. perhap you could message me the context of it?
This is a proverb if I have ever heard one! Simple in form and frame but profound in thought and deed. Dream big or go home. The profound truth I wish to live by. You soar like no other, birdie, in this one.
I am a man , I breathe nature , I listen to the stars , I speak dream , music is my life blood , my words pour from my heart . I observe , my hands express .
Feel my words , look as deeply into yo.. more..