Four Seasons of My Soul
Original Poetry and more by Yiota Karioti
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Nothing...
The Kiss, Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec
I
dont know
nothing,
only love that flies around
from your heart to your lips, sighing....
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