DoKaFeb 26, 20191 min readSunriseThe birth of the purple The smell of the air The silence of the nocturnal transit in the dayThe taste of the fog falls on the tongue The freshness embraces the skin The spirit opens the temple gatesBut there is no one to enter #sunrise #senses #emptiness #nomindPoetry6 views
The birth of the purple The smell of the air The silence of the nocturnal transit in the dayThe taste of the fog falls on the tongue The freshness embraces the skin The spirit opens the temple gatesBut there is no one to enter #sunrise #senses #emptiness #nomind
