Little Acorns
Just drive deeper into the unknown.
Dust bellowing up from behind like a murderous storm, or a woman.
Take a deep breath, choke on it.
Avoid the pitfalls, traverse the scene. Glide.
The pulsating beat of the heart of her is near now, so close I can taste her
feel her
want her.
Silence, except for a bee. A single bee. Buzzing just for me.
Buzzing just to be
a Bee.
fantastic photos.
Good pics and awsome song to go along with them!Well done!Trish