How would paradise
appear to you?
A house standing in calm water.
The scent of flowers in the air.
People strolling the clean streets.
No need to hurry.
Warm breezes.
Sun shining.
Birds chirping.
Perfect.
PARADISE IS CALLING MY NAME
scents
TAKE ME DOWN
“Master of the books”, Waldemar Bartkowiak
TAKE ME DOWN
Down to the nether reaches.
Where fantasy rules the day.
Where books rule supreme.
I want to float in glory.
Bask in the pages.
Smell the scents.
Fill my mind with stories.
Ah….
HOPEFUL
WHO’S READY FOR SPRING?
ENOUGH OF THE SNOW.
ENOUGH OF THE COLD.
I WANT TO RUN THROUGH A FIELD OF FLOWERS
AND BREATHE IN THEIR DEEP SCENT.
(Source: thvnders.tk)
