The sunset is spilling the juice of the forest berries. Babe..
Added 2022-11-16 21:04:12 +0000 UTCThe sunset is spilling the juice of the forest berries. Babe, you'll be happy. Sleep well. At night the stars will fall, burning, I will ask that your dreams come true. Autumn dawn wakes with minty coolness... Summer nights are the smoke of burnt leaves. You smell of ripe pears and saffron, To remember is to dream dreams 🌌
