The road by the seaside garden darkens,

by

The lights are a fresh yellow.
I'm at peace; but please, don't talk
To me about him.
You're kind and loyal, we'll be friends…
Walk, kiss, and be old…
Coming days will fly over us,
Lightly, like snowy stars.

Crowd Score: 3.0


＋ Add The road by the seaside garden darkens, to your library.