Falling down a branch, a single leaf
It falls on the ground, it’s in disbelief
A wingless bird watches others fly
It dreams of being back in the sky
The … Read the rest
If the ink speaks for the pen then my pen speaks for me
If the ink speaks for the pen then my pen speaks for me
Falling down a branch, a single leaf
It falls on the ground, it’s in disbelief
A wingless bird watches others fly
It dreams of being back in the sky
The … Read the rest