The streets were filled of the little voices of the air.
That magical breeze was floating up into the light with lovely ease.
Dark leaves on my hair,
I was browsing through the shadowy waves of air.
Drum sound rises on the air, giving life to the flames of the burning fire.
As I prayed the sky to take away my fears, the angels gathered near.
The air was now filled with happy tears.
Chandail/BCBG Max Azria
Photographe: Thanh Huynh