The vanishing lusters, Of her dismounting hair,Her agonizing flusters, At the sight of a stair. Those wrinkled eyes, Gleam with a beady dew, As her memories slice,Through the days I grew. - Talking Tree
The vanishing lusters, Of her dismounting hair,Her agonizing flusters, At the sight of a stair. Those wrinkled eyes, Gleam with a beady dew, As her memories slice,Through the days I grew.
- Talking Tree