Dew
Dew
In the dilemma of what I suppose;
I would choose a perishable exchange.
I would cut our meet to a blissful smile,
Descent into a terrible mile.
Nevertheless, follows a rue;
Gives into a symphony, the merry drops of dew.
In the dilemma of what I suppose;
I would choose a perishable exchange.
I would cut our meet to a blissful smile,
Descent into a terrible mile.
Nevertheless, follows a rue;
Gives into a symphony, the merry drops of dew.