One day in the summer I knew it would come. The heat, the season, the roses, all the parts thereof and what joys, what joys are displayed? But when that time comes, as surely those blooms unfurl I ask those questions. How do I even begin, or end this,
One Day in the Summer
One Day in the Summer
One Day in the Summer
One day in the summer I knew it would come. The heat, the season, the roses, all the parts thereof and what joys, what joys are displayed? But when that time comes, as surely those blooms unfurl I ask those questions. How do I even begin, or end this,