In the garden, a wooden swing hangs from the blossoming Jacaranda-
In the distance, it appears almost faultless- a portrait of childhood perfection
Edge closer though, and the deep, engraved marks
Halt the image, unveiling truer histories- some painful, some triumphant- all
Desperately wanting, desperately craving to be known.
In the distance, it appears almost faultless- a portrait of childhood perfection
Edge closer though, and the deep, engraved marks
Halt the image, unveiling truer histories- some painful, some triumphant- all
Desperately wanting, desperately craving to be known.
