14 November 2012
I can tell it's Summer.
I wake to the early morning Sun, sending its blaze through my window.
I grasp the ray, warm and shooting through my skin.
The trees outside are its usual, healthy colour of emerald green.
Summer • Opuss № I
14 November 2012
I can tell it's Summer.
I wake to the early morning Sun, sending its blaze through my window.
I grasp the ray, warm and shooting through my skin.
The trees outside are its usual, healthy colour of emerald green.
Summer • Opuss № I