Leonell EchaAugust 16, 2018
Hallucinations, my dear, Dreams will only bring you fear. Round about the amphi here Is mirage’s perfect year. Same it was of Shakespeare’s Lear Daughters by his atmosphere And the rest veered in slumber soaked in umber’s dreamy smear. Lower the water and sleep, Head above the Nile so deep, Something for the night to […]