"mondega" poems
I want turn back the time with no motion
Where I can grasp the eyes of the moon
I made sure 'Twas no Santa Mondega
Wrenched my love, drift swallowed into typhoon
Bourbon was wiped out us when I woke up
Even I haven't saw carcass lay up
Will not bad than never to see the light
Definitely sing then the hand rise up
I wanted to live longer certainly
Without see tomorrow comes to early
Just see the only one of sun rise up
Not eclipse killed me by frozen coldly
Make sure if I happy with the right path
Not promise that you said was made you wrath
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 12:10 PM UTC