L lizor_08 New Member 29 Mayo 2008 57 0 0 12 Mayo 2009 #1 Where no-one roams, frigid day to night. Adesert not sown, by glass-held fright, beating its own. Though rain don't fall, a flower has sprung. Bred void and all, warm thoughts Love brung. Now green bold trees hail, once, what was stale.
Where no-one roams, frigid day to night. Adesert not sown, by glass-held fright, beating its own. Though rain don't fall, a flower has sprung. Bred void and all, warm thoughts Love brung. Now green bold trees hail, once, what was stale.
