What you call hiding,
I call waiting
Waiting for that delicate moment
To unleash the tumbling stars
And burning moons
that make me.
Hidden
Tag: hiding
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
What you call hiding,
I call waiting
Waiting for that delicate moment
To unleash the tumbling stars
And burning moons
that make me.