Notes' End

Its Raskolnikov

Come back again,

See your music's bend,

It's just apart of the trend,

Most things do not grow, 

But the river of love will be drunk and always flow,

To the river I'll forever tend,

Even when all of my notes end,

  • Author: Raskolnikov (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 9th, 2018 19:33
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 24
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