But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams - Yeats
Wednesday, 24 June 2015
Love
They chat in a pub
About relations
And love
About splitting
And connecting
About attraction
And separation
About why do
They love
And why do they
Split
About ending
And starting
About love.
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