Farruca In Small Beats
DEAR, pieces are of my
Flying
heart; let never it be
a s h a d o w ever
but a gentle touch of
a finger-playing guitarist
's nails; so gentle in
love and voice
hear me if you can
MY gentle touch
dear!
:: 08-19-2016 ::
Copyright © Ernest Robles | Year Posted 2016
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