Me, With You, And Nature — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Trandafir Simpetru
You are my healing flower,
you came beneath old gates,
turning to stone by the wall of love.
Quince trees shed their blooms in your hair,
You are my healing flower,
you came beneath old gates,
turning to stone by the wall of love.
Quince trees shed their blooms in your hair,