Good Morning Midnight !
I’m coming Home
Day got tired of Me
How could I of Him ?
Sunshine was a sweet place
I liked to stay
But Morn didn’t want me now
So Goodnight Day !
I can look can’t I
When the East is Red ?
The Hills have a way then
That puts the Heart abroad
You are not so fair Midnight
I chose … Day
But please take a little Girl
He turned away !
Emily Dickinson
16 novembre 2009 at 22:57
Si daca tot vorbesti de “midnight” …
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
16 novembre 2009 at 23:00
I chose … Day !
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
16 novembre 2009 at 23:03
Si dorinta i se indeplini 😆
"Mi piace""Mi piace"
16 novembre 2009 at 23:04
Esteeeeeeeeeeee !
"Mi piace""Mi piace"