Gloucester Sailboatfor Sale

Toads (muse for a moment) Come

Where do I come Meanwhile
stop grief? Gloomy
violets
road before me are turned
Shadowed spoil what was once a beautiful princess


Tears Tears that were no longer
For my eyes are dry to mourn
not find peace or peace in this
loneliness Sapos " how found? Toads few
"let go?
How many kisses? ... I do not know

does not matter anymore When the sun illuminates my face
Tired of wandering, be your dreamy prince
be there for me and smile
ending my lethargy mortuary
of violets, marsh, frogs and solitude ... Poet

MF

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