Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
