By a song that never ends Waves that shape the shores to be Winds that blow past weary bents That’s the voice that‘s calling me
By Corina Maereanu3 years ago in Poets
There’s a gipsy boy Waiting on the corner of each road To remind me that I’m lonely And how life’s short There’s s gipsy boy
Do you take the time To listen to the songs, to the words, Written by poets That are lost in their thoughts? Do you remember my middle name?
