mercoledì 20 giugno 2007

Fresh Water



In an hot afternoon we walked down in a small gorge.
The water was cold,
and a fresh wind
whispered to our ears
the words of an ancient Goddess

1 commento:

angeldreams ha detto...

Lost in dreams,
dissolved centaur in the water's mirror image of the sky.

I love this post :)

Kisses.