I sit resting my chin on the folded knees under a willow tree everyday to leer at the setting sun that looks like receiving a caress from someone that stays, to someone who is leaving, with the brightest hope and greatest happiness that after a crass cold lonesome night, it will come again for her to warm the hearth of their invincible love for each other.
Tuesday, November 27, 2012
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