A fine rain was falling outside the japanese garden filled with the perfume of the late autumn.
Without a trace of flower just the last leaves of the Colocasia, the garden seems to relapse into a deep slumber. From inside my room I could feel the chill, a chill of an aquarium. I let my eyes wander out over the garden and what I could see...a little sweet angel standing solitary waiting for someone who needs protection to hold him into his winged arms...
Without a trace of flower just the last leaves of the Colocasia, the garden seems to relapse into a deep slumber. From inside my room I could feel the chill, a chill of an aquarium. I let my eyes wander out over the garden and what I could see...a little sweet angel standing solitary waiting for someone who needs protection to hold him into his winged arms...