Harvest awaits


When harvest is waiting ,

When the land is ripe and ready,

When the air smell of freshly sheared hay,

There I’ll be laying under last warm days,

When the world opens her arms,

Giving all she can,

Life’s secret laid before you ,

She has revealed her master plan..




Hair Stylist: Hora Jozefina

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