[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A year ago she had still faith true love would come by A year after she had still no love, but only the every-night cries And she was still drinking that depressive wine Being drunk in solitude,...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] A year has gone by, passing away like a jazzy stringing It didn’t have any nuance of romance, nor did he hear her singing And even if she was his favorite muse, although he never admitted All...