I like the way my feet look
against the blue sky;
Effortless, and gentle, and faultless.
Walking through blue I find
that the end of summer,
it tastes like fall.
With wind in my face,
cinnamon in the air,
I am free.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 2:11 PM UTC
I like the way my feet look
against the blue sky;
Effortless, and gentle, and faultless.
Walking through blue I find
that the end of summer,
it tastes like fall.
With wind in my face,
cinnamon in the air,
I am free.