it was like a thunder;
light ahead before the roar.
i overestimated the power of weather,
i never thought i would still need the lost sweater.
BINABASA MO ANG
hiapoewy
Poetryyoung love cries with silence when awake, but all behold the same if they blink and dream. a collection of musing and free verse.
weather
it was like a thunder;
light ahead before the roar.
i overestimated the power of weather,
i never thought i would still need the lost sweater.
