nicoleta trifan

Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold

Oh, my love.. Don\'t worry, Don\'t ... My love is a little flower Which hangs on a fragile frame Of shining But don\'t worry The tree is here In the wind Oh, my love.. Don\'t

I lost THE WORDS... The shadow smiles to me Like a wing but you, you my friend, are nowhere... I lost THE WORDS... I lost you