Upon one summer’s evening, in a ruin garden
I was writing a poem
Of loneliness
And many other feelings
That rage inside my immortal self
Upon one summer’s evening, in a ruin garden
I was writing a poem
Of loneliness
And many other feelings
That rage inside my immortal self
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Heartbreak, healing, friendship and laughter. This is a story about coming of age with love.
the meals are always ordinary,
so I guess you could call this tale of mine cautionary.
all because I didn’t bring someone extraordinary;