Comments about Irina Whitford
Behind you sits a candle, Casting Shadows.
As the flame flickers gently,
The light dances flurescently across your body,
adding a new dimension to you now...
Lost are the harsh realities of the day.
As you look at me,
I in turn search your face...
I see it - it was only fleeting
But I caught my reflection before lowering your lashes.