Golden...
A crack of golden light bewteen the blades of green and brown,
stillness descends, hue shifts to orange, deeper still,
To live in this place perpetually and not lose a single moment
hatred would be no more,
The blades shift between silence, and gentle sound, an evening breeze
moves around body and soul...
stillness descends, hue shifts to orange, deeper still,
To live in this place perpetually and not lose a single moment
hatred would be no more,
The blades shift between silence, and gentle sound, an evening breeze
moves around body and soul...