HardShip, by Dubhaigan |
Oh, let live the hardhsips for in time they will die, with the most gentle touch of rain. Those clouds scar the sky like, to my heart, your tearing eyes. Do they play like those strings on which the violin does sing? At your heart? |
Posted: 2011-12-01 21:09:36 UTC |
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