The wind calling my name
An whispering sensation grows inside my veins;
An beheaded flower no longer needs water...
I see your face in the violet hour.
Apr 6, 2020
Apr 6, 2020 at 11:20 PM UTC
The wind calling my name
An whispering sensation grows inside my veins;
An beheaded flower no longer needs water...
I see your face in the violet hour.
