-where the windows on the train cry
just as i
did they witness the same?
abandoned cranes and merciless rain?
...
The ancient Egyptian stares at me
everyday
holding his sheet but he's got no pen.
Write, write, write
...
Northern wind northern wind
I'm still standing straight
I'm still hoping for new days
all that hurt me to erase
...
Based in London. Music, literature, arts..)
Struggling Artists
Snowed down in the year of changes
our hearts melted to one
blood doesn't freeze even in February
struggling artists and lovers don't die