Spring
Nightingales eavesdrop on our beautiful chant with the violin
Tender verses verbalized our pure sentiments from within
Spring knocked the door...
~~~ S ~~~
~~~P**R~~~
~~~I**N~~~
~~~G~~~
Copyright © Sara Zahed | Year Posted 2009
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