Sara

Isn't it good to know, by travel, wine or gourd, when our brim fills over, you may wonder, what you dream of doing, when it’s gone, will we resist all moaning, wooden planks nail us down, light dancing on the combing, when you stand by water, sunlight in the ponds, Sunday in late October, in the luminous flow, your lips show the marks, how beautiful you are, my passion never flounders, as long as birds are flown, eyes bright in the darkness, love’s' always around