She is the lure of forests the laughter of oak writing her name in my skin
the
road
to
your
heart
has
led
me
back
myself
by a window with no pane i sat and sketched you into being i was kurosawa dreaming your every frame
the day you would walk into existence
lights flashing cameras rolling
mouthing sweet words from a script i already knew by heart
photo: ©Igotz Ziarreta Barrena
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