Mist slumbers low around the ankles of the earth...
Be
Facade of Power
This facade of the power that you wanted to choose faintly echoes the past memories...
Still Air
I take a deep breath, I brace my chest, and inhale the cool, still air...
L’air du Paradis
Ignorantly, I claim this is why I do not allow myself L'air du Paradis.
December Rose 