my heart is a sparrow
yours is a swallow
they flew
into the blu
est sorrow
my heart is an arrow
yours won't allow
a love to
last through
tomorrow.
yours is a swallow
they flew
into the blu
est sorrow
my heart is an arrow
yours won't allow
a love to
last through
tomorrow.
posted by Angélica Freitas at 1:35 PM
3 ::Comentários::
beautiful poem, angie.
thanks. mais um poema à clé? ;-)
não sou mulher moderna, nem te conheço.
very very beautiful guria, lírico, eu diria.
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