Jan 2018
A field of crystals,
Obstructed by light,
Pouring from the wheat.
Shining bright blue,
Particles floating,
Dancing through the air.
Summer mist,
Swaying in sweeping winds.
Here I sit,
And wait.
Obstructed by light,
Pouring from the wheat.
Shining bright blue,
Particles floating,
Dancing through the air.
Summer mist,
Swaying in sweeping winds.
Here I sit,
And wait.
