The whitethorn is flowered

When you gain some joy In the things you choice To do during your day You have to say a prayer You can see the sun Suddenly waked up There is a new surprise We use to call springtime Now that the whitethorn* is flowered And I cut links with the others I take pictures of the sky of springtime It’s no more the time to shutter Will I be able to…

The whitethorn is floweredultima modifica: 2012-04-30T19:38:00+02:00da arteletteratura
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