The crushed sugar of the houses and the marshmallows of the mountains on a platter of a sea of milky silver.
Horseshoe lined with idle boats.
No splash of waves, no sails. No oars.
A patchwork belt of human bustle separates the shore and the water.
Is there any place for anxiety in this world?
Horseshoe lined with idle boats.
No splash of waves, no sails. No oars.
A patchwork belt of human bustle separates the shore and the water.
Is there any place for anxiety in this world?