You push off, wings carrying you into the sky, up and up you go and towards the horizon so I can no longer see you. When I turn to leave, one of your feathers glides down and lands softly in my way, it is mine now, so perfect and white. A memory of you for me. - Adria | 21 | Yellow.
ahh every year the gozleme of the multicultural festival makes me so hippy happy #multiculturalfestival #turkishfood #gozleme (at Multicultural Festival)