Lesbia Harford (Лесбия Харфорд)

* * *

Every night I hurry home to see
If a letter's there from you to me.
Every night I bow my head and say,
"There's no word at all from him today."

1. Suburban Dames
2. Each morning I pass on my way to work
3. You, whom the grave cannot bind
4. White Sunshine
5. Tall trees along the road

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1670

Последние стихотворения

To English version