And yet another time,
The thought of you has crossed my mind,
The city lights the falling flakes,
The clock has just stroke midnight.
YOU ARE READING
A few things I would like to confess.
SpiritualitéIt's my chance to say what I think.
13.10.2015
And yet another time,
The thought of you has crossed my mind,
The city lights the falling flakes,
The clock has just stroke midnight.