The wind swayed a tall pine back and forth.
The whispers fell like needles into my innermost.
The rain sprayed my spine up and down.
The spit spat cold on my cheek bones.
Strange beauty, sensual mystery.
#WheatheringGod
The wind swayed a tall pine back and forth.
The whispers fell like needles into my innermost.
The rain sprayed my spine up and down.
The spit spat cold on my cheek bones.
Strange beauty, sensual mystery.
#WheatheringGod