“A dusty room, a window chair, unseeing eyes that gaze into the montage of a love affair.
A carousel of memories, spinning round into blur.
Her ming is now a fairground ride— she wonders if you think of her. “
– Lang Leav, A Reverie
“A dusty room, a window chair, unseeing eyes that gaze into the montage of a love affair.
A carousel of memories, spinning round into blur.
Her ming is now a fairground ride— she wonders if you think of her. “
– Lang Leav, A Reverie