“The smoke makes a stairway for you to descend, You come to my arms, may this bliss never end, Awake or asleep, every memory I’ll keep, When I’m deep in a dream of you, Then from the… more →
Showtime, Folks !wrote 1 month ago: “The smoke makes a stairway for you to descend, You come to my arms, may this bliss never end, … more →