Solstice on a Desk, by Dubhaigan |
Autumn bliss the light caress of wind, slightly pressed. Breath in air and slow decay of the trees that swayed when the sun had once shown itself to play. On this simple desk, it was that time. Almost solstice. Solstice, divine. |
Posted: 2011-11-30 21:04:39 UTC |
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