I
sit on a
chair of a
lonely world
and
hear the
falling leaves
from a happy
tree.
The iris of
your eye moves
like a wheel
striking
towards me and
I hide under the
covers of the
earth.
I wonder why
I am so afraid
of you.
2015
I
sit on a
chair of a
lonely world
and
hear the
falling leaves
from a happy
tree.
The iris of
your eye moves
like a wheel
striking
towards me and
I hide under the
covers of the
earth.
I wonder why
I am so afraid
of you.
2015
So beautiful…
Thanks! 🙂
Wow! Simply wow!
Thanks Ramaink 🙂