Molten moonlight pours through branches
Bending around us.
We are alone, but not lost.
Together
We are free. And we are not afraid.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
Molten moonlight pours through branches
Bending around us.
We are alone, but not lost.
Together
We are free. And we are not afraid.