The lake was glass at 6 am morning mist a featherbed comforting the treetops Cottages perched along the shore windows dark eyes shuttered in sleep I stood at the window disturbed by a dream and knew that sleep would come no more But by the time I made my way down
Perfection
Perfection
Perfection
The lake was glass at 6 am morning mist a featherbed comforting the treetops Cottages perched along the shore windows dark eyes shuttered in sleep I stood at the window disturbed by a dream and knew that sleep would come no more But by the time I made my way down