
Against the heat, I have to climb
To drink the air so soft and fine
That my sore feet and too hot dog
Seek, daily in these fleeting months
For she who hides the winter in the wine
Continue reading at Sun in Gemini

Against the heat, I have to climb
To drink the air so soft and fine
That my sore feet and too hot dog
Seek, daily in these fleeting months
For she who hides the winter in the wine
Continue reading at Sun in Gemini

























