The night air falls down, down
Filling in the small crevices of the earth
And hanging in the trees like gossamer threads
Yearning to return the Earth's perfume
To her source.
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
The night air falls down, down
Filling in the small crevices of the earth
And hanging in the trees like gossamer threads
Yearning to return the Earth's perfume
To her source.