笔趣阁

设置:
关灯 护眼
笔趣阁 > The Poetry of Federico García Lorca > Gacela of the Dark Death

Gacela of the Dark Death

i to sleep the apples,

to umult of cemetries.

i to sleep t child

o cut on the high seas.

i dont to t lose their blood,

t trid mouter.

i dont to lea of tortures of the grass,

nor of ts mouth

t labors before dawn.

i to sleep awhile,

aury;

but all must kno i died;

『加入书签,方便阅读』
热门推荐