When the hair on your skin stands up, and water kisses it.
You gaze up to see a bird searching for food for it's children.
You realize that the raindrops are tears of hunger, and the cold breeze is the tormenting pain of struggle.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 2:34 PM UTC
When the hair on your skin stands up, and water kisses it.
You gaze up to see a bird searching for food for it's children.
You realize that the raindrops are tears of hunger, and the cold breeze is the tormenting pain of struggle.
