Winter wind, plucked off float down spin round like sufi whirling, spiralling through the air, remembering the rhythmic breath of the sun to come in spring. Samara is the winged seed of an ash tree, heading towards the unknown.. . .
Winter wind, plucked off float down spin round like sufi whirling, spiralling through the air, remembering the rhythmic breath of the sun to come in spring. Samara is the winged seed of an ash tree, heading towards the unknown.. . .