72 views
Exquisite
The calm side of the lake,
tired trees in their stake,
allying our lucid grail.
Cliff rim of your eyes,
stray us in my lies.
Blazing bonfire at night,
with a liar on your sight.
...
tired trees in their stake,
allying our lucid grail.
Cliff rim of your eyes,
stray us in my lies.
Blazing bonfire at night,
with a liar on your sight.
...
