Cunning threshold Where green inks Chiselled stone, Where whimsey Herself is enthroned, Her maidens inches from each path In imprints of each grown child’s laugh, A secret garden we may never know And so, we seek the inner world it fed; Fertile forests where thoughts are sown Into primordial seedbeds. Antonia Sara…
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Creative Space
In our ‘creative space’, the world expands – We examine, we see, today in our hands How we learn; what we want this place to be, Inside out, outside in, a space as we make it Is not what we’re told it should have been. Each space is made of much, much more…
Antonia Sara Zenkevitch 