sometimes
the air is vibrating from withheld wind
the silence is sounding from lack of voices
the scents of wild herbs and the dusty lane
unify in a sunwarm caress of blinding light
and the soul is breathing
Describe the world – in a couple of words!
sometimes
the air is vibrating from withheld wind
the silence is sounding from lack of voices
the scents of wild herbs and the dusty lane
unify in a sunwarm caress of blinding light
and the soul is breathing