A walk in autumn woods. Webs keep sticking to my face and hair.
I don’t do anything.
I cannot brush away love.
Love invisible clings, melds, envelops.
I do nothing.
So, unopposed, love loves to surprise and caress
A walk in autumn woods. Webs keep sticking to my face and hair.
I don’t do anything.
I cannot brush away love.
Love invisible clings, melds, envelops.
I do nothing.
So, unopposed, love loves to surprise and caress