REED


I. My thoughts were gold goblet with sweet wine, yesterday, today i am a dry reed: Such wrestling in my flower gardens makes the fences panic. II. O, gardener protector, my heart aches for yesterday, to transport sweet wine to the souls appetite. I want to conquer today. I want to stand tall today but... Continue Reading →

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