The spring wind has a wintery after-taste
and I want to spit it out and gulp
fresh warm breezes,
let them linger on my tongue
and savour their sweetness.
Maybe tomorrow.
Sola Gratia
The spring wind has a wintery after-taste
and I want to spit it out and gulp
fresh warm breezes,
let them linger on my tongue
and savour their sweetness.
Maybe tomorrow.