Monday Morning
Monday, January 21st, 2008 @ 7:01
Tags: photography · poems
The air is chilly
The area is dim
Crickets whistle their song
Birds call their greetings
Rise is playing
The sun rises
We are comfortable
Simply like this
Like this
The air is chilly
The area is dim
Crickets whistle their song
Birds call their greetings
Rise is playing
The sun rises
We are comfortable
Simply like this
Like this