Nostalgia
24 Sep 2023 1 minute read 0 comments espacioreal
That's itfallin my hands.My fingersare its towerslookout,your strengthfacing the worldof the gray stigmas.This new autumncomes without mask.It shows usthe true face of her,splashedof leavesfreshly fallen,and withscarson the forehead.Arrivesfullof lan...