A poet is a nightingale
Who sits in darkness in the wood
He sings to cheer his solitude
With sweet sounds noone's ever heard
"In His Land of Dreams"
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 5:34 PM UTC
A poet is a nightingale
Who sits in darkness in the wood
He sings to cheer his solitude
With sweet sounds noone's ever heard
"In His Land of Dreams"
