Jonathan CasianCondensationthe tips of my fingers timidly drip down the lines of your backApr 27, 2016Apr 27, 2016
Jonathan Casianin a drop of waterin a drop of water the whole world is reflected in an ocean, a sea, a lake a pond, a puddle, a drop of rain the world is just the sameApr 27, 2016Apr 27, 2016
Jonathan CasianLet down your hairLet down your hair it dances down your face and suddenly disappears where you begin and I never could wander so farApr 27, 2016Apr 27, 2016