The Last Whining of a Horse that Had Dreamt of Becoming a Butterfly
0.0 2024-03-25 17 min
People don't remind me of you; no one here is like you... When I miss you, I sit by the fire, draw the sea, and think about the trees.
People don't remind me of you; no one here is like you... When I miss you, I sit by the fire, draw the sea, and think about the trees.