The Blue Dress

I don't recall pain, or joy, only the blue dress
I wore, and the door open to the sea,
and the liquid sun across the floor beside the bed.

Excerpt from The Blue Dress, by Freya Manfred

No reason. I just liked it.

Wishing you a lovely weekend, filled with liquid sun.


Bambi Northwood-Blyth by Tim Barber for Muse Summer 2011, via Fashion Gone Rogue

SEE ALSO:

→ Being Boring

→ Naked as a nightclub in daylight

→ The Poet