Blind_love & Podushka
Blind_love Blind_love
Π’Π΅Π±Π΅ Π½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° Π½Π΅ ΠΏΡ€ΠΈΡ…ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡ‚ Π² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Ρƒ, ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΎΠ΄Π½Π° капля доТдя ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅Ρ‚ ΠΏΡ€Π΅Π²Ρ€Π°Ρ‚ΠΈΡ‚ΡŒΡΡ Π² Ρ†Π΅Π»ΡƒΡŽ поэму, Ссли ΡΠΌΠΎΡ‚Ρ€Π΅Ρ‚ΡŒ Π² ΠΎΠΊΠ½ΠΎ?
Podushka Podushka
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.