ix. DEAR GRANDMA.
you're the soft glow of the moonlight disappearing behind foggy clouds.
you're still there,
it's just hard to imagine so.
ČTEŠ
what tomorrow brings.
Poeziexvii, april. (iii). you have no voice if no one is listening. © playlist poetry h.r. : #3
ix. dear grandma.
ix. DEAR GRANDMA.
you're the soft glow of the moonlight disappearing behind foggy clouds.
you're still there,
it's just hard to imagine so.
