Frequently the woods are pink- Frequently are brownFrequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see – And as…
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad for life, mad for talking, mad for poetry.
Frequently the woods are pink- Frequently are brownFrequently the hills undressBehind my native town.Oft a head is crestedI was wont to see – And as…