A bird crosses the sky the way a sad feeling
walks through this poem.
It was easier to care for the animals in the Thessaloniki Zoo when they were dead.
Do we need a man? I want to ask her, but her eyes are bright like poppies in summer heat.
before she could contemplate doing something for herself with her time
The little lamb doesn’t know how to contain his beating heart anymore.
“You remind me of that woman I killed,” says Kenny, in one of his inspired lies.
Song Từ Thức vốn tính hay rượu, thích đàn, ham thơ, mến cảnh. |
His passions: music, poetry, and beautiful landscapes.
With a bottle full of chicken blood, she bathed the Lieutenant in red, from head to toe.
This made for juicy morsels of gossip for the goûter at four o’clock
I wrack my brain for ways of describing this pain but nothing original comes to mind.
The little lamb doesn’t know how to contain his beating heart anymore.
It was easier to care for the animals in the Thessaloniki Zoo when they were dead.
“You remind me of that woman I killed,” says Kenny, in one of his inspired lies.
Song Từ Thức vốn tính hay rượu, thích đàn, ham thơ, mến cảnh. |
His passions: music, poetry, and beautiful landscapes.
Do we need a man? I want to ask her, but her eyes are bright like poppies in summer heat.
With a bottle full of chicken blood, she bathed the Lieutenant in red, from head to toe.
before she could contemplate doing something for herself with her time
This made for juicy morsels of gossip for the goûter at four o’clock
I wrack my brain for ways of describing this pain but nothing original comes to mind.