"As fruit dissolves in pure delight,/ As absence shifts to sweet surmise,/ Within a mouth where form takes flight,/ So here I scent my future skies,/ And heaven sings to weary soul,/ As shores transform to roaring whole."
Created by d'Araprì
"As fruit dissolves in pure delight,/ As absence shifts to sweet surmise,/ Within a mouth where form takes flight,/ So here I scent my future skies,/ And heaven sings to weary soul,/ As shores transform to roaring whole."
Created by d'Araprì