Posted on March 5, 2012March Haiu: Ares Winds march like a song, sad sigh sun beats from the cloudless sky dry sinus, cold hands Share this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading...
Garden of Words 