She read the writing of the forest in the veins of leaves that had turned yellow and left the native hands of the birches. Poems of Autumn - lines stained with the blood of sunsets about the sorrows that forest are gathered, slowly sinking into sleep...
The voice of Autumn silence.
Only the faint flame of a candle and the pale light of the moon illuminated her path through the autumn fields of silence...
The voice of Autumn silence.
August 2020.
Model: Lolita.
Natalie Ina Photography.
