And then, tired for the walk, we sat down in that strange place and, slowly, We could see how the summer died between our arms, in its last afternoon.
lunes, 24 de octubre de 2011
Death of the Summer
And then, tired for the walk, we sat down in that strange place and, slowly, We could see how the summer died between our arms, in its last afternoon.
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