Floating, they were little wispy feathers filled flat air.
I hold out my hands to seize them,
for retrieving somthing I ever lost.
Once landed, they become something never had I seen.
A life is born.
Stefano / 2018.1.4
Floating, they were little wispy feathers filled flat air.
I hold out my hands to seize them,
for retrieving somthing I ever lost.
Once landed, they become something never had I seen.
A life is born.
Stefano / 2018.1.4