The spring breeze kissed coyly the grass' lips, The jonquil whispered to the corn-copy hundred mysteries.
Tuesday, April 01, 2025 08:49
Oh cup-bearer! Open the door of the tavern to me, From lecture and discussion from hypocricy and asceticism make me needless
Wednesday, March 26, 2025 10:00
Due to her going I must tear off my garment, To what incentive can I cure the heart's pain.
Saturday, March 22, 2025 12:26
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