#sacre-coeur
I see no clouds
by my eyes,
no air be stills these
powder blue skies.
Smoke curls through
the sun scattered trees,
a whisper of bliss,
a touch of green.
A monumental grandness
disparages naivety
of a summer breeze.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 8:54 AM UTC