I feel like my soul is in flames and the shadows play in the shape of a man’s desire in the desert filled with rose’s and with each rose she holds a secret promise, with grace, beauty. As she sparkles, and shines under the starlight, moonlight divine. She seemed in constant motion, wafting and rippling on the slightest breeze, and framing her lovely features in the most entrancing ways. As the harvest moon surround by atmospheric mist look’s down upon her as she lay nude in water with the flowers she picked in her madness here is where she comes to have her depressions released the only place she have left for peace.