• the subtle beauty


    it is subtle beauty the way the wind moves undetected over the grass ridden plains

    acctenting the praire's natural ability to take ones breath away

    it is subtle beauty the way the moon may on a night as deep as this one light ones path enough for the tracks of a more magestic creature to become self evident where by the suns light were rendered invisible

    it is subtle beauty the way you still draw crucial breathe from a beaten heart

    the wat even a the presapise of my downfall i was oblivious to my impending demise

    but i guess dead men tell no tales so ill leave