This blog contains Adult content, may not be suitable for people under 18 years of age. How do you want to proceed?
View Blog
In the Still of the Night
I descry bright moonlight in front of my bed.
I suspect it to be hoary frost on the floor.
I watch the bright moon, as I tilt back my head.
I yearn, while stooping, for my homeland more.
Posted by tulipfanfan on 2009-04-28 09:51:12 | Rating: | Views: 34