Look at me. Keep your eyes on me, let us talk with no sound. Tell me your story when you ran there up the hill to watch the world from the very top of your country. Describe me that smell of field grass. Let me hear that sound of the sky you walked under. Let me feel your story.
Spicy you
Look at me. Keep your eyes on me, let us talk with no sound. Tell me your story when you ran there up the hill to watch the world from the very top of your country. Describe me that smell of field grass. Let me hear that sound of the sky you walked under. Let me feel your story.
