#fotowalk

So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal. Q.C. - Corinthians 4:18.

The dead sun In my heart Rolling down Slowly Taking me Into the darkness Over the edge Of those Cloudy dreams Silent stars Watching me As night grows Young and wild And I can't feel The warmth of My skin