after death |
The curtains were half drawn, the floor was swept
And strewn with rushes, rosemary, and may
Lay thick upon the bed on which I lay,
Where through the lattice ivy-shadows crept.
He leaned over ...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Feb 2004 00:01:00 GMT |
about mi life |
thanx for making me happy apol i love u
Posted by on Fri, 30 Jan 2004 04:00:00 GMT |
