Roses on a cliff
Of windy spaces ancestry, form resurrected in colors of that prime spring, response kind to me because of me, adoring feast, befell, you felt it of islands shore foam whiffs, Olympian offspring. First I was, a celebration visitor, my vows redeemed glances that searched for you, of our oceans offer I stayed there, crowned of hymns, blue roses breed as you descended, of dreams wind, another present. A distribution of windy forms, upon my souls nod a visitor of solitude, deities, Eighth of May... Sign in to see full entry.