May flowers and apples grow in the saddest parts of you.

[VShinkarenko]

A clear target in the autumn when skies are blue, pink and gold.

It’s part of the noise when winter comes

It reverberates in my lungs

Nature’s corrupted in factories far away

Here we go again

Your love’s like rhinestones falling from the sky

That’s electric.

[BrunoRocha]

A composição dessa primeira foto ficou incrível. 👏🏼👏🏼