May 2014
Phoebus
has fallen asleep
In its chamber.
The moon
Is too old to travel more.
O my heart!
Drink the moments
And don't count
The leaves,
Falling in the yard.
has fallen asleep
In its chamber.
The moon
Is too old to travel more.
O my heart!
Drink the moments
And don't count
The leaves,
Falling in the yard.
