Wednesday, October 10, 2012
enigmas, we sometimes soar across rooftops, cascading over urban cliffs, with fingertips at ledges, breathless against the wind, on open track waiting, like rose hues of the skies between the black and blue hovering, withstanding the thousand directions world throws us in, by hanging balanced on a beautiful cobweb of silky dreamscapes, touching the night with sixth senses again...
[Photo by Bellezza Caotica]
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