Everything beautiful.a place to escape. A place where dreams come true. This is everything i dream of.all the beauty all the time ~All photographs & media published here belong to their respective owners.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow, Between the crosses row on row To mark our place; We shall not sleep though poppies grow In Flanders fields. John McCrae, - Written to honor those who lost their lives on France's fields during WWI.