Slow on two wheels; inhaling wondrous mise en scène.
The wind kissing his arms rushed pecking mine too; limpid bliss.
It carried soft hum of his fine voice; known yet so unknown of the fact that I feel unbelievably calm around him, with him.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Slow on two wheels; inhaling wondrous mise en scène.
The wind kissing his arms rushed pecking mine too; limpid bliss.
It carried soft hum of his fine voice; known yet so unknown of the fact that I feel unbelievably calm around him, with him.