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