Poetic
At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river ,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow ,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun
And the glory of butterflies hopping on the nectar flowers.
The orange sky and the purple tune
Calms down the skin and I welcome the late...
Between the valley and the lazy river ,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow ,
I can see the hues painted by the setting sun
And the glory of butterflies hopping on the nectar flowers.
The orange sky and the purple tune
Calms down the skin and I welcome the late...