Thursday, September 27, 2012


sometimes you need to be surrounded by hills and hear cool breeze whisper sweet nothings... let the angels accompany you on a journey across billowing clouds resting comfortably over tall trees... a silence full of quiet peace... birds nesting and fire burning in the distance... in a small home above the crescent moon...may be you can get there in a few years and sleep.

1 comment:

UKnowMe said...

I love image-full words...such a passport to my already wild imagination.