Death, Growing Up, Haiku, Not Sailing, Poem, Porto, Portugal Home Posted by Mo Tamman on February 10, 2018October 28, 2018 In a flat I rest. My neighbor, her blooms are fresh. And the rich look down. Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...