Sitting in the forest, watching ravens fly by, a gateway to another world. All around sit two people in place of one, edges blurred like a charcoal drawing, two souls watching out through the same windows. The smell of water…
Sitting in the forest, watching ravens fly by, a gateway to another world. All around sit two people in place of one, edges blurred like a charcoal drawing, two souls watching out through the same windows. The smell of water…
Lotus rimed with ice The spring mountains shake fiercely Hare leaps through the sky