when day becomes night… when day becomes night we turn into the colored smoke that warms the memory of love To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMoreEmailPocketPrintLike this:Like Loading... Published by Beleaguered Servant Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant
Amazing🥳🥳🥳🥳
Amazing🥳
Amazing🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳
I love that palette of colours!