great look....Now be the dawn of another setting sun. The scorn, like waves, roll quietly. A hush; picturesque pastels consume the mind discreetly.Fondling their way into the secluded catacombs of memories.Driving all facets of coherent thoughts Sideways, Masked as thoughts of sanity.Beset by the falling darkness, Light breaks through the shadows, Sparkling against the sky, Dancing in the leaves of prevalence by raven
