as i stare at my reflection, i see my present and my past, a wandering vision into extant realm.
Étiquette : isle of skye
golden field
feel like a leaf on a tree, blown away for ever, into the cool autumn breeze.
Jean-Philippe LACHOT
as i stare at my reflection, i see my present and my past, a wandering vision into extant realm.
feel like a leaf on a tree, blown away for ever, into the cool autumn breeze.