I warm my cold hands with a hot mug It smells of cloves and cinnamon. With small sips I taste this moment as if it…
When you have nobody to talk to
I warm my cold hands with a hot mug It smells of cloves and cinnamon. With small sips I taste this moment as if it…
I close my eyes, I move somewhere, I don’t know where myself. The place is not important, the time is not important. We run together,…