CRIMSON RHAPSODY

142 agza
18 noý 2014
84 Gatnaşylan Waka
It rains Crimson and can you feel the Rhapsody ? And lucid crimson. One might fancy it A noble bird, that laves its graceful form, And bathes its rosy bosom in the light. Look! how it swells and rears its snowy crestWith haughty grandeur; while the blue expanse, just pure Crimson