Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.
Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.
The poet is a madman lost in adventure.
Take eloquence and wring its neck.
I am the Empire at the end of the decadence.
The long sobbings of autumn violins wound my heart with a monotonous languor.
Music before all else,and for that choose the irregular,which is vaguer and melts better into the air...
And everything else is just literature.
Here are fruits, flowers, leaves and branches, And here is my heart which beats only for you.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories