In the autumn, I chew on pomegranate seeds with raspberry tea on my lips as I run through the blushing fields of lace daisies and tulips under a cotton candy sky. The beautiful scenery estabilished the floral smile. Mesmerized. All was peaceful, the wind breathes lonely, serene amongst the leaves. I soared past the air, through the cotton clouds and the vibrant candy skies. Honey dipped from my lips. Let me wander how enchanting the natural force.
I sigh under the golden apricot sun, then a stygian doe eyed maiden lies on the ground of the spontaneum field. My fingers curls curl on the ground beneath me. Nevertheless, my fingertips remained carmine from cherries. Sugary caramel bubbling from my laughter when my rosetted tones cheeks blemished from too many forgotten mornings to afternoons under the golden apricot sun. Feeling the alluring freedom in quietness.
I sigh under the golden apricot sun, then a stygian doe eyed maiden lies on the ground of the spontaneum field. My fingers curls curl on the ground beneath me. Nevertheless, my fingertips remained carmine from cherries. Sugary caramel bubbling from my laughter when my rosetted tones cheeks blemished from too many forgotten mornings to afternoons under the golden apricot sun. Feeling the alluring freedom in quietness.