Wednesday, 17th of January 2018
Slowly, the light twists with the shadows of the twilight, souls revive to walk unnoticed between the uplifted eyes and I am in absence of speech, contemplative in this beauteous moment: sole and quiet.
Wednesday, 17th of January 2018
Slowly, the light twists with the shadows of the twilight, souls revive to walk unnoticed between the uplifted eyes and I am in absence of speech, contemplative in this beauteous moment: sole and quiet.