When I open the window, I see my homeland—peaceful, spread out in boundless blue, and the sun, quietly shining on its wounds
By maral7 months ago in Art
Love that exceeds measure It neither protects the heart nor the honor
By maral8 months ago in Art
I'm craving not the taste of fruit, but bitter memories that change my mood with every reminder. .. I have loads From the past that has come to life in me I have load...
