The air tasted different that night.
Freedom was almost as palpable
As the summer evening’s scent
And the jackdaws that passed overhead
Held endless possibilities
Under their wings.
– Digital
The air tasted different that night
The air tasted different that night.
Freedom was almost as palpable
As the summer evening’s scent
And the jackdaws that passed overhead
Held endless possibilities
Under their wings.
– Digital