Bastiank80: On Green Green Rocky Roads
Tina Sosna: Studying the deers
fleur-cerisier: In the forest
Tina Sosna: You are blooming. Always.
Tina Sosna: Hands in stone
AdiDekel: Alina
whimsical jane: story of a photographer.
Tina Sosna: Wake me up
Tina Sosna: Words for Anna
Tina Sosna: Water lily
Tina Sosna: Like a sparrow in your hands that needs to fly
Tina Sosna: Our own little fairys
Tina Sosna: My little butterfly, you never have to fly again.
Tina Sosna: There once was this lilac tree I played on as a little child and now I can't forget this numbing scent anymore
Tina Sosna: Is it in you?
Tina Sosna: This feeling, if someone really cares about you. ♥
Tina Sosna: Not one of those
Tina Sosna: I can hear the wind whispering songs that bring the trees to life