in my heart, i see a future where borders will turn into mist, cultures will mix like pigment, and you and I will laugh about the absurd history of nations while sipping black tea in a cafe
The Bay drifts to sand; a bridge watches.
in my heart, i see a future where borders will turn into mist, cultures will mix like pigment, and you and I will laugh about the absurd history of nations while sipping black tea in a cafe