ardhin23
Be it as it may be, for I care not much less. The world spins, still. The sky glares, ill. In the windy autumn time, I sat and gaze, forever at the never moving, lonely, hill
Be it as it may be, for I care not much less. The world spins, still. The sky glares, ill. In the windy autumn time, I sat and gaze, forever at the never moving, lonely, hill