گیت کے بول کے نقاط
ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
mist hangs in the morning
over beds of roses
my eye closes just to
open up again
i hear them way up
on the high gazebo
with a spiral staircase twisting
from the brick-laid ground
i hear them with my eyes i
hear them red and misty and i
wait for them to kiss me and i
never make a sound
