July 2011
72 posts
Whenever the moon was full and bright
And the air was heavy with dew
Then would appear the phantom faire
A carnival of mystery and delight
I can’t express how much this inspires me. Wonder.
Whenever the moon was full and bright
And the air was heavy with dew
Then would appear the phantom faire
A carnival of mystery and delight
I can’t express how much this inspires me. Wonder.