English poetry
Would you be my Valentine?
February is writing down memories of mother earth, Covering the horizon with the snowiest fairy tales, Bright, and cool, the splendid moon…
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February is writing down memories of mother earth, Covering the horizon with the snowiest fairy tales, Bright, and cool, the splendid moon…
God doesn’t gamble at the breathing gates Neither to north, nor south behind the blue, The strings of life are searching for their fates In…
There was a river in my dreams Carrying the stories of globe's heart With sadness, sorrows in its streams Echoing memories apart. Yet…