By Lucy on December 8, 2018 • ( 1 )
And these wishes I had imposed on my soul,
Were only velleities.
By Lucy on December 8, 2018 • ( 0 )
Winter deceived once again, child, there is no snow,
That pokerish linen interlaces rocks and stardust;
May it bring the recherché in the form of an old voice, an old friend.