Pablo Neruda York April 28, 2009 by alex Everything feels like a love poem in New York. The place is littered with the confetti of a million flowers. Alas my beloved has allergies. A picasso I saw down in Baltimore and the Court house hidden by cherry blossoms.
Everything feels like a love poem in New York. The place is littered with the confetti of a million flowers. Alas my beloved has allergies.
