A
annique
🕊️ seeking profound peace 🕊️
- Jul 5, 2022
- 201
I leave
A sweet goodbye
As I fly over the street
As I leave it all behind
As the night unweaves
And I see blurry outlines
Of wavy pines as I hurry,
In a scurry, towards moonshine.
No desires, nor a single worry.
A sweet goodbye
As I fly over the street
As I leave it all behind
As the night unweaves
And I see blurry outlines
Of wavy pines as I hurry,
In a scurry, towards moonshine.
No desires, nor a single worry.