Tell the howling winds
To not whisper the secrets
Of my heart to anyone
Let treasures of feelings
Lay warm in the womb of
Soul, for ill, not barter my
Feelings for few kisses over
A glass of crimson wine
Promise
Tell the howling winds
To not whisper the secrets
Of my heart to anyone
Let treasures of feelings
Lay warm in the womb of
Soul, for ill, not barter my
Feelings for few kisses over
A glass of crimson wine
I couldn’t resist commenting. Well written!
whenever i read you tanya, i can’t seem to stop myself from reading further! i hope you’re doing well and smiling! are you? 🙂
Thanks for your words, I am flattered. Well I am smiling 🙂
how have you been lately? i read your words and i sense pain! i was wondering, if you’re okay, tanya.
Well I am doing very fine, thanks for your concern.
take care of yourself! keep smiling!