“Beams”
When you’ve heard true poetry,
You finally realize what a kiss is again,
And it ceases to be meaningless,
It ceases
To be an arbitrary, unmonitored enterprise.
.
The sun
Beams in from
The ivy
When you’ve heard true poetry,
You finally realize what a kiss is again,
And it ceases to be meaningless,
It ceases
To be an arbitrary, unmonitored enterprise.
.
The sun
Beams in from
The ivy