Like Proust’s involuntarily memories
I often come back anew
A scent of flowers on a summer breeze
And I am again awash in you
As Pamuk would say
I want to visit the country of your imagination
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 6:18 PM UTC
Like Proust’s involuntarily memories
I often come back anew
A scent of flowers on a summer breeze
And I am again awash in you
As Pamuk would say
I want to visit the country of your imagination