Rathin | Apr 23, 2018 | 0
She is crazy
Season of cloud to walk with a lad,
Days of spring we to get rid of that.
Courtesy of red night, we spent alone
And now all I tremble is like a lonely man.
Music flows from the crazy heart now,
To the lazy lass it flows like a noble vow.
The highways we turned, were too dark to walk,
And all I land now is in a dead man’s park.
Your majesty your game you win
Drench me so up above, for the little sin.
Below I left a noble heart to my ladybird.
Sweep the feel it feels, colour her night with a golden bride…