Notes
For one brief golden moment rare like wine,
The gracious city swept across the line;
For one brief golden moment rare like wine,
The gracious city swept across the line;
1 comment on metropolitan winter
chomchird December 29, 2015
Oblivious of the color of my skin, Forgetting that I was an alien guest She bent to me, my hostile heart to win // thank you for sharing.
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