Елена Лев

Елена Лев

Елена Лев
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Way outside

Walk me home by light of sleep and mist of dream. Fog of head to guide me through the waters of Insanity's doorway.

I LOVE THIS PICTURE

my sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. by robert frost.