The inner forests grow beneath the skin,
Where pastel skies and dreaming minds begin.
A quiet gaze that breathes beneath the bough,
To hide the changing worlds behind the brow.
The inner forests grow beneath the skin,
Where pastel skies and dreaming minds begin.
A quiet gaze that breathes beneath the bough,
To hide the changing worlds behind the brow.
I'm sorry, forgot, those uploaded images did earlier, and prompts are lost...but there are some images here with the same prompt that I uploaded earlier...