8
2
A fleeting Sunday breakfast scent,
thoughts still linger in powder-soft dreams,
first sun rays tickle the tip of my nose.
thoughts still linger in powder-soft dreams,
first sun rays tickle the tip of my nose.
Translated · Show original
2 Comments
Seta 8 months ago
That sounds very nice!
Translated · Show originalShow translation
Floyd 1 year ago
I know that feeling.
Translated · Show originalShow translation