10 June 2012
The sweet smell of freshly cut grass,
The blazing hot sun hitting the ground like a bomb.
At night the fireflies buzz and circle your head,
You can hardly see there shape and glittering wings in the moon.
Summer • Opuss № I
10 June 2012
The sweet smell of freshly cut grass,
The blazing hot sun hitting the ground like a bomb.
At night the fireflies buzz and circle your head,
You can hardly see there shape and glittering wings in the moon.
Summer • Opuss № I