Crimson

CRIMSON Bougainville… white washed walls of hidden hedonism cobble stones of past unknowns Mediterranean mysterious Islands of indulgence salt and sea a serene version of you and me placid crimson hopes and expectancies lie in veiled secrecy the darkness of disturbed observances clandestine © Kim van Breda—21 December 2015
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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