Landscape II
Sun in the knifed horizon bleeds the sky Spilling a peacock stain upon the sands, Across some murdered rocks refused to die. It is your absence touches my sad hands Blinded like flags in the wreck of air.…
4 tygodnie temu
Sun in the knifed horizon bleeds the sky Spilling a peacock stain upon the sands, Across some murdered rocks refused to die. It is your absence touches my sad hands Blinded like flags in the wreck of air.…
4 tygodnie temu