lissegotze

that glows like indecent sky, A beauty that emenates from deep whitin, in the honest of eyes. With such majesty, and such grace only mother nature could render. Oh sweet creature you are some what unrivalled. In gentleness and sprender. Captivating in charm, and on your serenity I do don't. From thy fine back it has been said, man's history once wrote... In your unfaultering silence, a shrouderd sanctuary we encounter, and with a wild flowing tempest, man's hand was never intended to alter.