From the shivering trees of winter,
to sunlight's brew,
the world is magical to me and possibly, you.
You hear the birds song and the crickets noises,
creating a symphony of spells,
contrasted to the gunshots of humans who just echo until they ****
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
From the shivering trees of winter,
to sunlight's brew,
the world is magical to me and possibly, you.
You hear the birds song and the crickets noises,
creating a symphony of spells,
contrasted to the gunshots of humans who just echo until they ****
