A winter poem:
Posted on enero 22nd, 2014 by henriettaPosted in Sin categoría | No Comments »
Clouds, like sugar, or
 maybe like a little snow?
 A flower still there.
 Dreams never coming to an end;
 pleasures, not to long to obtain.
Clouds, like sugar, or
 maybe like a little snow?
 A flower still there.
 Dreams never coming to an end;
 pleasures, not to long to obtain.