The spring breeze kissed coyly the grass' lips, The jonquil whispered to the corn-copy hundred mysteries.
Monday, August 08, 2022 08:49
I am intoxicated by your wine and I have a desire, I have been drowned within your union sea but still needy.
Monday, August 01, 2022 08:39
Remembering your face I came out of home, Observing the mad one about your eyes, I was mad about home
Friday, July 29, 2022 08:33
Happy the day when the tavern’s hermit we become, Of the wisdom’s limitation I jump out and mad become
Sunday, July 17, 2022 05:20
In this valley, a sage I am looking for, I have lost the way, a guid I am looking for,
Sunday, July 03, 2022 09:54
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Tuesday, March 09, 2021 06:36