Poems from songbyrd
I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them,
as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes
have sprinkled in artistic...
I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them,
as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes
have sprinkled in artistic...
I’ve heard memories change each time you recall them,
as if each is a set of two facing mirrors where both panes
have sprinkled in artistic...