Fiore No. V 'Glincine'


Miruna Almasan

 OH WISTERIA

MY DREAMS OF YOU ARE SUBLIME

THE WIND MEDDLES IN YOUR PEDALS AS YOU GROW ON THE VINE

AS THE SUN SLEEPS, THE SECONDS MEET, THEN I LOSE TRACK OF TIME

HOURS YOU AMAZE AND STEAL MY GAZE OH THIS SHOULD BE A CRIME 

CONTINUA A NO. VI "LOTO'