Stargazing,
The smell of the earth after it rains,
Misty mornings,
Winter,
Baking,
Watching milk swirl into coffee,
Getting up early to watch the sunrise,
The smell of old books,
Flowers,
Quiet afternoons spent listening to music,
Paintings,
That's how you made me feel.
YOU ARE READING
Ethereal
PoetryHighest rank: #9 ~Sometimes memories roll down my cheeks and end up as ink on paper~ Cover by @-abstractedly
