Winds carry the scent of pine, brushing against the paths of my thoughts. In the rustling foliage, I find the quiet laughter of the trees, and the rustling leaves remind me of time spent dancing with the storm.
- Halina Poświatowska
Winds carry the scent of pine, brushing against the paths of my thoughts. In the rustling foliage, I find the quiet laughter of the trees, and the rustling leaves remind me of time spent dancing with the storm.