Poetry: Berlin
I found my love, the deep throbbing kind who twirls me into early dawn. Who plays 45 vinyls in ruby red rooms. The one who takes my hand on a Saturday and won’t let go. Even when the rains come. … Read More
I found my love, the deep throbbing kind who twirls me into early dawn. Who plays 45 vinyls in ruby red rooms. The one who takes my hand on a Saturday and won’t let go. Even when the rains come. … Read More