All the while the pot by the sill is still. Dust gathers and its red orange becomes brown. Faded by sunlight, cracked by storm. Delicately petals open, silently faces spring, fragrantly air streams, Bathed with heavenly beams and cooled by the moisture of my hand.
Desirous to be a sanctuary from the distortions you’ll meet Your eyes so wide so curious. As a protector, I repress you in my grip As a leader, I take you off the path.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
