She smelt like home.
Like a natural fragrance in full bloom.
Or like warm winds, under the full moon.
How bittersweet is the memory of worldly happiness.
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
She smelt like home.
Like a natural fragrance in full bloom.
Or like warm winds, under the full moon.
How bittersweet is the memory of worldly happiness.
