summer heat...
the smell of pickled garlic
from the kitchen
curtain call
how quickly another
season passes by
geranium sky...
I bury my secrets
one by one
shooting star...
too many things
to wish for
summer heat...
the smell of pickled garlic
from the kitchen
curtain call
how quickly another
season passes by
geranium sky...
I bury my secrets
one by one
shooting star...
too many things
to wish for