Queen (Guest from Future)

I would like to be accepted into this game, well, at least ... a pawn. Although, of course, most of all, I would like to be Queen! Alice in Wonderland.

Spicy evening. The dawns are dying out. Fog is creeping across grass. By wattle fence on slope Your sundress has turned white.

In enchantment of starry tune Poplars were stunned. I know you are waiting, Queen, The young King.

Sergei Yesenin.

Collection with Aura: "My Wonderland".

Fairy Tale Photography.

Part II (additional edition).