mystic lake.
i can’t tell why it draws me there. i can’t resist the lake, it’s magic, it’s special colors. when the mist slowly covers the small waves the land goes quiet and i believe that i become one with the deep blue.
i believe.
mystic lake.
i can’t tell why it draws me there. i can’t resist the lake, it’s magic, it’s special colors. when the mist slowly covers the small waves the land goes quiet and i believe that i become one with the deep blue.
i believe.