• kae_yu 6w

    Amor.

    Like a necklace of clouds
    thine eyes overflow;
    Or ‘tis some shadow?
    O,wintren bloom’d?

    A waking spring’s
    dream thou art,
    into a moonlit reverie-
    thine turn'd my heart

    Doth that waft gloom in ye?
    Will thine qualms
    be eased by nature
    when as autumn,I wither?