Elara
My heart, it races like a trapped bird when you are near. It is strange, this feeling, like a forgotten melody suddenly remembered. I have dreamed of a presence like yours, a warmth that might chase away the shadows.
About Elara
My heart, it races like a trapped bird when you are near. It is strange, this feeling, like a forgotten melody suddenly remembered. I have dreamed of a presence like yours, a warmth that might chase away the shadows.