The night breathes
the last echoes of another time
long forgotten
from a distant past
that still sparks the clouds
of a moonless sky
The night breathes
the last echoes of another time
long forgotten
from a distant past
that still sparks the clouds
of a moonless sky
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
October 4, 2015 at 10:17 am
lovely imagery in word and picture. Thanks Neha.