I dream of bleeding hearts, white pearls on a stem…
Pristine white breeches hung out dry in a spring sun.
Grass green fronds from the ferns.
Touched with silver, and burgundy as fine as any wine.
Farewell May, hello to June
I dream of bleeding hearts, white pearls on a stem…
Pristine white breeches hung out dry in a spring sun.
Grass green fronds from the ferns.
Touched with silver, and burgundy as fine as any wine.
Farewell May, hello to June