From the air a patchwork of ochre,
grenish and silver stones,
that brighten the earth.
Take my hand, lets take flight,
let the wind entagle your red hair,
through the storms to a cloudyless land.
Crossing the sky over a flying bridge of stars,
what lies beyond this blue curtain?
In this ephemeral journey,
in this precios instant in wich you are flowing,
as the clock goes on, over the ground, FLYER!
rise your heart to the infinity soul freedom.
by Las Noches
My newest doll "Sora" she's an aviator crossing the sky of imagination, I also write a poem or kind of .......hope you like it!
I made her with fabric and acrilycs.