Friday morn
Cold, the blue of the sky this morn,
An arc, bright sweep from which all things form.
Paint the world this chilly dawn
Bright reality is born.
22.02.08
Friday morn
Cold, the blue of the sky this morn,
An arc, bright sweep from which all things form.
Paint the world this chilly dawn
Bright reality is born.
22.02.08
Get rid of enriched – it’s not strong nor potent enough to contain the image you have created.