As a dawn rose, frosted,
yearns it's kiss from the sun.
I await thy lips sweet embrace,
a spring breeze, to come.
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 6:59 AM UTC
As a dawn rose, frosted,
yearns it's kiss from the sun.
I await thy lips sweet embrace,
a spring breeze, to come.
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