Dear Kate, lovely crazy woman,
Thank you.
R
Il giorno 31/mar/2014, alle ore 13:05, Kate ha scritto:
It was being dragged through flowersThe gold of fields forever
Your animal glance as I, glass, driftIn water
The machinal burst
Exit silk wings
At the end of a metal corridor
Is a vase of pretty thingsI, tiled with words,Cannot write another