17 views
To dust forever...
Sometimes I wonder when I die will it be night or a new morning,
will there be crevices sombre on my face or will I be smiling..
I look at the sky sometimes and wonder will there await a new song in the...
will there be crevices sombre on my face or will I be smiling..
I look at the sky sometimes and wonder will there await a new song in the...
