in knots the strings are slipping round we passed by the dreaming trees and the childhood things. stepping down from palaces in daylight the world is harsher the words we say are the way it is we’re in denial without…
The blog of Sholeh Samadani Munion
in knots the strings are slipping round we passed by the dreaming trees and the childhood things. stepping down from palaces in daylight the world is harsher the words we say are the way it is we’re in denial without…