Sun sets as the day comes to rest. just peaking over the hill it dimly lights the sky White to pink clouds fill.
dreams of floating on these evening pillows made of silver lining with no thought of the fall bellow.
On this pink cloud sets the atmosphere Relaxed layed back romantic lighting fills my mind here. Jazz and blues is carried with the winds pushing these clouds. No worries of fear only beauty to see and hear
But every cloud is different in shape and size This only the thought of my pink cloud. everyone has their way to float What makes you smile and gives you the inspiration. pink clouds made of temptation. pink clouds are our own interpritation whats your pink cloud If you felt like you were to high to jump wat would be your floatation