Below the sky, and above the Mattaponi. I seek the essence of its beauty. The moon has set early over the horizon. Clouds have veiled the constellations. Fish dart the inky shallows. The ascending ones submerge their great long. To take as they please. Winds whisper stories of the ages. And use the leaves of the trees to shape their consonants. Their words cool my burning. The Lampyridae’s cold light flickers and hang like lanterns in the air. The moon has set early over the horizon.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
