Beauty lies in a wooden box
Flowing hair rests on top of fuchsia silk
Gold bracelets adorn the wrists
Precious tears fall on white gardenias
The orchestra plays a melancholic song
Why every time does the rain fall?
gods cry –
Eroticism, love, and intimacy through poetry.
Beauty lies in a wooden box
Flowing hair rests on top of fuchsia silk
Gold bracelets adorn the wrists
Precious tears fall on white gardenias
The orchestra plays a melancholic song
Why every time does the rain fall?
gods cry –
