forget about winter

it will never come

a tribute to

KL
I
M
T

in the garden

It can't be summer, -- that got through;

It 's early yet for spring;

There 's that long town of white to cross

Before the blackbirds sing.

It can't be dying, -- it's too rouge, --

The dead shall go in white.

So sunset shuts my question down

With clasps of chrysolite.

Emily Dickinson

niebo

uwierzcie lub nie ale to jest prawdziwe niebo....
no ps or other programmes -shmogrammes dla fachowców.
Zresztą i tak nie umiałabym sie nimi bawić :P

Ależ was rozpieszczam :] tyyyyle zdjęć - mnogosc :P