Photo coutsey of vi.sualize.us
Dusk falls, the night air settles, below the setting stones, jasmine strums, the golden strings of love, with each pluck, tides clash, fireworks ignite, orchids and kiwi notes, drift across the summers night, lost in her tones, her red wine lips and honeysuckle kiss, nirvana slips, a mirror reflects light, casting her face into the skies.