My favorite plum Hangs so far from me See how it sleeps And hear how it calls to me See how the flesh Presses the skin It must be bursting With secrets
My favorite plum hangs so far from me See how it sleeps and hear how it calls to me See how the flesh presses the skin, It must be bursting with secrets
Oversettelse: Vega, Suzanne. My Favorite Plum.
