They’re taking the signs, the ones that spoke in stories, in sadness, in second chances. They take words, leave worry and look west.
Read Morethe single wrong coloured tulip
Read MoreI walk backward
Read MoreThey’re taking the signs, the ones that spoke in stories, in sadness, in second chances. They take words, leave worry and look west.
Read Morethe single wrong coloured tulip
Read MoreI walk backward
Read More