100 pointless poems
When the sun is down and when stars and moon are shining on the sky, our soul and life rise... we rise. Then we can think, dream, write whatever we want. #7inpoetery -28.jún 2016 #1inpoetery -19.júl 2016 #2inpoetery -8.aug 2017 #1inpoetery -12.aug 2017