DarkWinterCS

Leather market in the Orient
Fields of lush roses
Scent street
Many a note lies across
Bother your nostrils
Quickly on the dromedary an

Lush rose meadows
Under trees full of orange blossom
You are caught creamy.
Cedar argues with oud
In the end on the farm

Caffeine shock
Beans are roasted
My skin at the same time ?
Deep, dark
Over the course much wood
Everything that is there is burnt

The rosemary forest is fragrant
I walk through it
Ethereal-green-forest
Dark patches on the trees
Cypresses grow here too
Pleasure

The bakery from the farm
Country air in the lungs
Dry vanilla scraped out
Caramel browns the pot
Interplay of the senses