Unordinary days.
When hearts find their way.
Tingling fingertips, and
Breathless seconds,
That don’t seem to pass.
- - - - -
Dad.
Yes.
I want a time machine.
I’ll see what I can do.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Unordinary days.
When hearts find their way.
Tingling fingertips, and
Breathless seconds,
That don’t seem to pass.
- - - - -
Dad.
Yes.
I want a time machine.
I’ll see what I can do.