Apr 2020
I'll kiss the winter flowers.
To write your name in frozen hours.
Long winter in hearts into brittle flowers.
Our eyes are blind, but we can still see, can't we?
To write your name in frozen hours.
Long winter in hearts into brittle flowers.
Our eyes are blind, but we can still see, can't we?
You can't change me.
October 2017.
October 2017.
