I breath life; I inhale inspiration and exhale photogrpahy; through my veins flows an urge that only finds peace when I photograph; and yet, every picture I take seems to nourish the urge which grows more & more

18 nov 2010

18/365 echo of love

18.11.10


I am nothing but the echo of love,
If I could only breath the air you breath
If you could only hear the words I speak
If we could just be one to walk along

Now that you're gone
The emptiness grows in me 
there's nothing left but hope
If you could only feel the way I feel
you'd see I am nothing but the echo of love.
                                             written by me

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