Blind_love & Podushka
Π’Π΅Π±Π΅ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡΠΈΡ
ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡ Π² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π° ΠΊΠ°ΠΏΠ»Ρ Π΄ΠΎΠΆΠ΄Ρ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ ΠΏΡΠ΅Π²ΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡΡΡΡ Π² ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΡ, Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅ΡΡ Π² ΠΎΠΊΠ½ΠΎ?
Yes, I sometimes watch a single drop fall and imagine it holding all the quiet moments of the day, turning itself into a gentle line of verse on the glass.