Homesick. Life is a Story - story.one

laying in my bedwith the window openso the day can let off the last warmthon my half clothed bodythe birds can sing their last melodiesin harmony with the soundof this good smelling summer rainbefore the world closes its eyesto recover from todays impressions

Autorentext
I can write poems about every momentI had with you

Klappentext

laying in my bed with the window open so the day can let off the last warmth on my half clothed body the birds can sing their last melodies in harmony with the sound of this good smelling summer rain before the world closes its eyes to recover from todays impressions