Dead Paper

"My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering..."

*all collages and poems are original works by Dead Paper



Forward
Backward
at the edge of the lake
we stood transfixed
by the dark blue ripples;
dreaming of all the magic 
we couldn’t see.

at the edge of the lake

we stood transfixed

by the dark blue ripples;

dreaming of all the magic 

we couldn’t see.