Upon Lips That Hold Back Tremors, She Whispers My Name, as Her Eyes Invite Promises that Will Burn Morning Into Light.
Upon Lips That Hold Back Tremors, She Whispers My Name, as Her Eyes Invite Promises that Will Burn Morning Into Light.

$400

Upon Lips That Hold Back Tremors, She Whispers My Name, as Her Eyes Invite Promises that Will Burn Morning into Light.
© 2006 By Duane Kirby Jensen, 

11 x 14.75, Ink on watercolor paper

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