I wonder if I can still speak in Purshtu and if the beggar by the cafe dawn still remembers me When I left the mangoes were ripe and the dead child still lay there outside the cafe dawn © 2001 Barry Fitton |
I wonder if I can still speak in Purshtu and if the beggar by the cafe dawn still remembers me When I left the mangoes were ripe and the dead child still lay there outside the cafe dawn © 2001 Barry Fitton |
