A red orange blossom, on a tree it grows
Over my head as the wind blows
The sweet less scent, being carried away
The last cold of the year, beings to fray.
Feb 25, 2016
Feb 25, 2016 at 12:24 PM UTC
A red orange blossom, on a tree it grows
Over my head as the wind blows
The sweet less scent, being carried away
The last cold of the year, beings to fray.
