noaptea, suflul tău
îmi naște pe spate flori
albe de lotus.
Soulful writing about humans and places
noaptea, suflul tău
îmi naște pe spate flori
albe de lotus.
My inner mystic is plagued by insomnia and runs entirely on divine grace. The outer shell, however, does occasionally need: jasmine tea, ice cream (preferably salted caramel), good books, music, and new horizons. If you’d like to help keep this blog alive, please choose an amount:
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