Sunshine in her hair
Moonlight in her lashes
Stardust under her thin white blouse
I'll attach that yellow flower in your hair
teach you how to dance and fly
Spin with me, Marie—
to the realms of eternity
and the hands of time shall extend their marvelous limbs
Spin with me.
We are the children of the night
hiding our atrocities during daylights
Our mother is the purple princess reigning the
far, far eastern sky
and we have no dad
We are the children of the night, Marie—
perhaps we will
grow wings
the day we die.
photography by devina
**(too bad i cannot play with the alignments :( )
anyway, congrats to my dear friend; she'd scored a job in the prestigious maja house as its official photographer.
godspeed, dev!
