Jan 2020
The birds come out
Summer death, les fleurs
Owls sleep and the roadside cur
Be it that they understand
These creature love the moonshine
Like a smorgasbord of moonbeams
Summer death, les fleurs
Owls sleep and the roadside cur
Be it that they understand
These creature love the moonshine
Like a smorgasbord of moonbeams
(27/M/New Delhi, India)
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