Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
Cidered leaves on the apple tree ---
Quite a pretty fallacy on her eyes.
Be-fooled by the beloved !
They blinked twice in the Twilight blaze ;
Hazeled and Hazy.
Scarlet Red under the lascivious shade.
Could it bring agony
on the cuckoo's mind? ---
Intuitions indeed .
It sat on the tree behind the leaves,
How beautiful did it sing !
Not many could hear and see.
She stood and listening
The Mellifluous Touch
Hushed and pleased.
" Oh ! What a beautiful music thou sing "
Lusting, Frivolous Desires.
But for the song ,
I'm lost in the labyrinth
of her broken watch.
' Tempus Fugit '
On his Snitch golden wings
Chained to the rhythm.
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
The Secret Silence
Thơ ca" we are the masters of unsaid words but slaves of those who let slip out " . Poetry beholds tempestuous emotions, brooding desires that humans find it difficult to express.
