Walking
in a field
surrounded
by a forest
light streams down
and the sound of winged voices
drowns the senses in sheer simple drunkeness.
I feel as if I have just begun;
just been born and am 4000 years old.
Aug 14, 2010
Aug 14, 2010 at 7:18 AM UTC
Walking
in a field
surrounded
by a forest
light streams down
and the sound of winged voices
drowns the senses in sheer simple drunkeness.
I feel as if I have just begun;
just been born and am 4000 years old.