For my love.
Down in the hollow, the skies are grey, the rain, it raineth every day, and then some more, until my eyes are flooded, like the fields. Nothing there grows, except the puddles, and they stream down my cheeks, in torrents, wetting my breasts, and trickling down. The mountains look on the river, which flows down to the sea, and there I stopped and dreamed a while. I...Read On
Added: 07 Apr 2018 | Category: Love Poems |
Avg Score: 5 |
Words: 156 |
Tags: lesbian romantic
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