thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave gracefully
Oversettelse: Den Apati Eulogy. Leses i The Morning rett etter at du Wake.
never thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave