Monthly Archives: February 2016

The poem

This is not the fourteenth And you are not my Valentine And I am not your charming prince And there are no red roses   There’s nothing Nothing at all Just a breath of wind Carrying a dried leave And

The poem

This is not the fourteenth And you are not my Valentine And I am not your charming prince And there are no red roses   There’s nothing Nothing at all Just a breath of wind Carrying a dried leave And