Monday, 17 July 2017

Sweet Spells For Lisa

You're a sift of apple juice
With sour grip on palates
Yet releasing romancing-ly
Shots of sweet springs
As my soul sings hallelujah
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If must leave me, Lisa

If must leave me, Lisa Leave with everything but your scent That maddening scent of fresh nectars of wild roses If you must leave me, L...