Enter to a work of inevitable beauty bereft of all the reason of a straight line and endowed with the wild indifference that crashes on shores, bellows the furnace of the sun and gasps the breaths of man breathing muggy wet cave wind. Wishing he could see her face, but cursed to only dream and implant her; rather than receive true love.
RenardMlesPoules
Germany
January 2011
JAN 27, 2013 02:00 PM