ThesecretofLh-world

as the violet pale which rises in our own dear sea, as the invisible crickets immersed around us, as the stones that are remained motionless in front of this, as the light and the glow of the end of the day, as the clouds faded to pink in the west and the clouds orange in the east, two horizons unleashed. as a guy who has not a pen to write his emotions  and as the eyes of one who is trying.