Vitrine Poems - Poems about Vitrine

... The lemonade I drink is sour, reminds me of my childhood, the sugar was not spilled before my feet, while I was conquering the barren land of life - on which I was walking, mom and dad say......Read the rest...

...In the market with full of people, there are many decorative ones figuring at the back of the vitrine in the front of thousands random eyes. As my pant coloured with alley dust of humble, I hav......Read the rest...

...Made in Neonazia Life wrote you and I this poem on a sunny day of watching penguin’s colonies bathing on the beaches near Cape Town A splendid display of harmony of sun ocean and tourist attrac......Read the rest...