| what would you like to know? |
perfect placePerfect placeperfect place
Tall trees, leaning over you Forming an arch As you grace their presence No birds, no sound, Unholy silence to the hidden paradise Paradise A small puddle forms at your feet Clear water Fresh and innocent The reflection In the water, trees mirror their predecessors They shift and wave back While the copies ripple and blur And soon a thick wind fills the narrow walkway
All is silent again Unholy silence to a hidden paradise The perfect paradise
>.<
well it's suppose to say:
search for my full name, and win a cookie
search
--
Please feel free to check out My Gallery..
--
I will end you.
Previous PageNext Page