16 September 2012
Distant from the busy crowds,
Soaring high above the clouds,
On my way to distant lands,
Far across the golden sands,
Above the greenery of trees,
And far into the twinkling seas.
Travels • Opuss № I
16 September 2012
Distant from the busy crowds,
Soaring high above the clouds,
On my way to distant lands,
Far across the golden sands,
Above the greenery of trees,
And far into the twinkling seas.
Travels • Opuss № I