Swallows fly close to the earth tonight
North May wind is getting up,
whistles and blows wild
Snow smells from distant mounts
We put again on something warm
We make sure our windows closed
Left apricots into the bowl upon the table
A hunger for fear nothing satisfies
may apricots
7 10 2012Comments : Leave a Comment »
Tags: apricot, smell, wind
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