Falling skies — Peace, love and patchouli

To live here, A place of peace and natures magical shows Skies come alive in darkness and light, On fire as the sun settles in for sleep. Red tipped clouds whispering, Crimson dipped tendrils hanging Waiting for my gaze. I reach up as if to touch The flame of evening moving through Lost in wandering […]

via Falling skies — Peace, love and patchouli

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