The Old Bird
Raised glasses toast at the stretched saloon, away from the humanised beats and moving feet, I wonder the crowd mesmerised by the colourful bulbs, To the open road where there’s smoke, I retreat. […]
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Raised glasses toast at the stretched saloon, away from the humanised beats and moving feet, I wonder the crowd mesmerised by the colourful bulbs, To the open road where there’s smoke, I retreat. […]
©Flaneur Ventures