in which my dreams are reflected.
Too pure and too honest
in aught to disguise
The sweet soul shining through them.
Sometimes you have to take
a giant leap into the darkness.
one language
everywhere.
The Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul
in which my dreams are reflected.
Too pure and too honest
in aught to disguise
The sweet soul shining through them.
Sometimes you have to take
a giant leap into the darkness.
one language
everywhere.
Beautiful photos!