There is peace in the September rain,something comforting,something forgiving,something that makes one stop and admire the rawest form of life.
ESTÁ A LER
Acamedsia
PoesiaTonight i'm aching with an undefined longing, But we are poets, we don't cry love, we bleed on paper.
Quarantième
There is peace in the September rain,something comforting,something forgiving,something that makes one stop and admire the rawest form of life.