By Theodor Damian
I am dreaming of an iris
that knows how to polish my word
to take the ice out of it
without loosing the morning dew
to make it burn on the fiery charcoal
going from ocean to ocean
without loosing its trace.
Going from Ocean to Ocean
By Theodor Damian
I am dreaming of an iris
that knows how to polish my word
to take the ice out of it
without loosing the morning dew
to make it burn on the fiery charcoal
going from ocean to ocean
without loosing its trace.
By Theodor Damian
I am dreaming of an iris
that knows how to polish my word
to take the ice out of it
without loosing the morning dew
to make it burn on the fiery charcoal
going from ocean to ocean
without loosing its trace.