The crystal clear glass,
Separates from me, out there,
The wondrous things.
The delicious taste,
Of sweet grass on my palate
Like the first candy.
Singing out, the birds,
What do they say, I am deaf,
For the window that...
Apr 2, 2014
Apr 2, 2014 at 4:43 PM UTC
The crystal clear glass,
Separates from me, out there,
The wondrous things.
The delicious taste,
Of sweet grass on my palate
Like the first candy.
Singing out, the birds,
What do they say, I am deaf,
For the window that...