Ambiance Of Quaint Tapestry

Ambiance Of Quaint Tapestry a mere silohette in upholestered transformation blocks the vortex of my mind don't compare a wish from a mere notion of a lie come to me in certain times as these through the leaves on the trees a scented held back breeze solemn fixtures mark the brevity of an old antique store tires out in front candle in the window cashmere sweater on a modeled aparatus the long tug at the heart will light a spark to what we are searching for covering the window on the right is a tapestry a glare in the window to help summon its quaint folly alone fashionable restoration gives way to cadence in vibrant fancy we each exist in a sorted orb plausible for just a second then a spit glance and away