A/N: My photography, my words.
the sun is cradled within the embrace of curling smoke lined with steel-spun silver threads and scattered of puffs of snow, like breaths in the midst of a merciless winter.
gazing up at the sky, you drift off gently to the realm of slumber, serene as the subtle curve of your smile,
dreams left undisturbed and tranquil as the wayward wind caressing your hair.
(hold me close and count the stars with me-
don't you let go, now.)
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a litany of ruminations
Poesía{poetry collection} s c a t t e r e d dreams and drifting thoughts, oh, not everything is what it seems... (not necessarily from my own thoughts)
