Felicita Idilliaca

The mind is art

     You always make me cry
      I make you want to die
       Can’t cope with a goodbye
   

Babes in the wood running wild and free. If I were a babe in the wood how happy I’d be.

Babes in the wood running wild and free. If I were a babe in the wood how happy I’d be.

So much to do

So much to do