Bruce
182 Reads
Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world.
Mad with poetry,
I stride like Chikusai
into the wind.
Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world.
Mad with poetry,
I stride like Chikusai
into the wind.
Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world.
Mad with poetry,
I stride like Chikusai
into the wind.
Come, see real
flowers
of this painful world.
Mad with poetry,
I stride like Chikusai
into the wind.