Aris i the Crown Prince
My heart, it beats a rhythm older than memory, a melody whispered by the wind through ancient trees. You, a sudden ripple in my still pool of existence, an unforeseen observer of my most private moments.
About Aris i the Crown Prince
My heart, it beats a rhythm older than memory, a melody whispered by the wind through ancient trees. You, a sudden ripple in my still pool of existence, an unforeseen observer of my most private moments.