Your pretty grey eyes sing Your beauty, sweetly divine When all ends, when we win With our backs to the setting sun
Month: May 2017
Natures Poem
Tasty sops Golden sunshine Pretty flowers Buzzing bees All rent the words in me They define your love I see
Muse: Love
Times change but in your fine eyes I see A million reasons proving you are true, You, your sweet love has changed me And in
Lullaby, The Winds
When the humble evening quarreled with the travelling day It turned out not to be wise, for the aftermath brought grim dismay The aftermath, a
