Poems from mrg7672
Une autre nuit quièteQuand le lit est froidJ’espère et je souhaiteEt je pense à toi.
English Translation:
Another quiet nightWhen the...
Lost are many thingsAnd forgotten follows a close second,Though never have I ever reckonedThese are where my love falls.
No, it lives.A...
Always the little thingsAre the ones that make me grinWhether I like it or not,I seem to be drawn back again:
The wafting breeze inside...
At the End of the RainbowThey lie, “there rests a potFilled to the brim with nuggetsOf gold.”Not a fool’s gold, I hope.
Fools in black...