Jun 27
My heart, aimlessly
drifting in the foggy gloam --
is dreaming of love.
drifting in the foggy gloam --
is dreaming of love.
Poem "The city sneaks through foggy twilight", in the novel "Een tevreden lach" ("A happy smile", 1965, A. Burnier)
Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 60s and 70s"
Collection "Loves Tricks Gains Pains in the 60s and 70s"
