Madhattermya
09-19-2011, 11:00 PM
!I feel sometimes that my blood in torrents escapes me, in tears, as a source. I hear her cry perfectly painful but in vain I touch to find the wound.
Run like watering a field, and the pavement becomes curious islets, quenching the thirst that is in every creature and bathes the pale red Natura.
They also often have I asked wine for a day to appease my terror. But wine becomes clearer looking and hearing finest!
Nor forgetting the love I found: has been for me a bed of pins, made to quench the thirst of men
Run like watering a field, and the pavement becomes curious islets, quenching the thirst that is in every creature and bathes the pale red Natura.
They also often have I asked wine for a day to appease my terror. But wine becomes clearer looking and hearing finest!
Nor forgetting the love I found: has been for me a bed of pins, made to quench the thirst of men