I was walking far from home
But I carried your letters all the while
I saw lovers in a window
Whisper, “Want me like time, want me like time”
I saw sickness, blooming fruit trees
I saw blood and a bit of it was mine
I saw children in a river
But their lips were still dry, lips were still dry
Posted April 29, 2012 at 5:55pm in iron and wine 35 mm photography bush berries nature outdoors film
Free shooting in a Rhode Island park today




