Camping under the paintings dripping of pomegranate juice
Hoping to catch a drop
I spend many hours here
The strings of the cello vibrate and drip with luscious honey
This one’s for me
But I’m too far away already
Music, Poetry, Music History
Camping under the paintings dripping of pomegranate juice
Hoping to catch a drop
I spend many hours here
The strings of the cello vibrate and drip with luscious honey
This one’s for me
But I’m too far away already
