iii. SUN SHOWERS.
the gods cry above clouds for everything lost and we are caught singing in the rain.
YOU ARE READING
what tomorrow brings.
Poetryxvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
iii. sun showers.
iii. SUN SHOWERS.
the gods cry above clouds for everything lost and we are caught singing in the rain.
