Shattered rainclouds begin to gather, to cry upon us, to blind us in neverending shadow, to drown us in perpetual sorrow.
But after winter comes spring, with its shining flower fields, and its deep green grass, full of life...
Full of you.
But after winter comes spring, with its shining flower fields, and its deep green grass, full of life...
Full of you.
No hay comentarios.:
Publicar un comentario