Verses of vain twilight gardens in beating gutters passes the attic’s childlike head in morning dreams near the horizons monotonous deep climbing sun while making palaces of raising stars on the chin of springtime.
Random syllables of sanity from my subterranean barometric life
Verses of vain twilight gardens in beating gutters passes the attic’s childlike head in morning dreams near the horizons monotonous deep climbing sun while making palaces of raising stars on the chin of springtime.