The Dead Leaf
Who thinks about dead leaves when the spring comes? The forest just wakes up from three months of a frozen silence. It wakes up naked but never ashamed of its n...
Who thinks about dead leaves when the spring comes? The forest just wakes up from three months of a frozen silence. It wakes up naked but never ashamed of its n...
i saw them on wednesday, in a small coffee shop hiding at the very corner of this street. i saw two empty cups with read over worlds at their lips. i saw two y...