Dreamless nights -poem
Who will write verses to you now that I dropped the pen on my best poem? The night is temperate, the wind is howling and a single tear runs through my face. Who will grow wrinkles with you now that… Continue Reading
Who will write verses to you now that I dropped the pen on my best poem? The night is temperate, the wind is howling and a single tear runs through my face. Who will grow wrinkles with you now that… Continue Reading →