A Gentle Fantasy (Poem)
You make me think of spring time,And lying in the grass after a few glasses of sweet red wine,Sleeping,Dreaming, Inhaling, Exhaling sweet fragrances Of young pollen, Fresh air of turned back time And
You make me think of spring time,And lying in the grass after a few glasses of sweet red wine,Sleeping,Dreaming, Inhaling, Exhaling sweet fragrances Of young pollen, Fresh air of turned back time And