in garden whispers On 2019031920190319 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems always of sorrow she spoke in garden whispers biochemistry the borderline of regret desire in many faces To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
