Lying in between the grand trees
Is a lake so majestic he sees...
At the Arabian night, yielding,
Like a kind mother's heart...
C'est une fleur
Une très belle rose...
I am sensitive to your smallest touch
I would die for your lust...
Lying in between the grand trees
Is a lake so majestic he sees...
Dear poetry
My honest beauty...
Death's angels hunting sinners in this blood-stained house |