Happy Indicud Day! Scott bless you
The aroma roaming through the screen mimics that of rain and tobacco.
Bringing those soothing sounds of lingering light whispers,
my eye lids close…
somehow the world around me always seemed to diminish,
I love to watch them dance.
Chirps that sound of confused begs for the recital to carry on,damaged yet and still beautiful,
high as the most confident, presence still ever so prominent ,
he world gets dark,
i place none above,
She loves me back