night sitting
the hermit doesnt sleep at night:
in love with the blue of the vacant moon
the cool of the breeze
that rustles the trees
rustles him too
ching an
thoughts
the hermit doesnt sleep at night:
in love with the blue of the vacant moon
the cool of the breeze
that rustles the trees
rustles him too
ching an
Posted by river at 11:49 AM