Poetry
At What Cost? A Poem by Soulla Christodoulou
93 At what cost… I can hear the whispers on the breezeYour breath smells of whiskeyThe notes vibrate my soulYour love intense brings me to
27/08/2020
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93 At what cost… I can hear the whispers on the breezeYour breath smells of whiskeyThe notes vibrate my soulYour love intense brings me to
