My life – goodbye my friends, I’m leaving for eternal glory

Once upon a time there was a wild, intoxicating and resistant rose. Her root reached the inner space in which the air, water or ratio have never reached before.

She was feeding herself with dreams, imagination and love, all hidden in the dark. She was feeding on sounds made by rain, on music lit by the sun, on motions she defied the wind. Nastavite sa čitanjem

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