Chaotic poem
She gazes into the stars And love, which was far She sees a golden ice. and the tortured soul She wants once recognise For spring and winter she is quite nice. Bluebells were honoured. And they appear twice.


She gazes into the stars And love, which was far She sees a golden ice. and the tortured soul She wants once recognise For spring and winter she is quite nice. Bluebells were honoured. And they appear twice.
