Existence, fleeting like snow
Like railways, our lives intersect
We were meant to meet, to cross each others paths
Time is infinite, a never ending string
forever unwinding.
May 29, 2016
May 29, 2016 at 4:07 PM UTC
Existence, fleeting like snow
Like railways, our lives intersect
We were meant to meet, to cross each others paths
Time is infinite, a never ending string
forever unwinding.