The rain whispered to the leaves, "She needs my music to silent the restless echoes, but I can't sustain".
The leaves rustled, "Farewell my friend"
And then she read in the psithurism of the trees.
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 3:52 AM UTC
The rain whispered to the leaves, "She needs my music to silent the restless echoes, but I can't sustain".
The leaves rustled, "Farewell my friend"
And then she read in the psithurism of the trees.
