The moons in me come and go. The night sky friend sits low. A mid winter night talk… Life is a magnificent mystery… and then there are the things that make deep black craters.
Yours Truly,
Solstice.
The moons in me come and go. The night sky friend sits low. A mid winter night talk… Life is a magnificent mystery… and then there are the things that make deep black craters.
Yours Truly,
Solstice.