There is a wind where the rose was;
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Sad winds where your voice was;
Tears, tears where my heart was;
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was. (Carla Bruni)
Model: Roxana [link]
Cold rain where sweet grass was;
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought gold where your hair was;
Nought warm where your hand was;
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Sad winds where your voice was;
Tears, tears where my heart was;
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was. (Carla Bruni)
Model: Roxana [link]

(She is not a great writter!)
she still looks pretty even in sleep
Good lighting, pretty girl, but I'd prefer just the bench actually I you don't mind me criticizing a bit here...? Just the bench, same lighting, same leafs.. = great sadness. ;D Maybe that's why you put the girl there.
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Nuu, dar sper că o să, curând.
the fields are soft and green
it's memories that i'm stealing
but you're innocent when you dream'
hah this song is probably a bit out of place here but it came to my mind at the very moment i saw the girl in the photo, before i read the words you picked for an epigraph. waits vs. bruni such a funny confrontation inside my head. anyway sorry for all the bullshit i've just said and thank you for the pic it is simply incredible.
Actually, thanks.