Richard Gallienne
Richard Gallienne
calls falling flowers soft somewhere sunlight tears
She's somewhere in the sunlight strong, / Her tears are in the falling rain, / She calls me in the wind's soft song, / And with the flowers she comes again.
darkness
What of the Darkness? Is it very fair?
cruel cry given god goes sons
The cry of the Little Peoples goes up to God in vain, / For the world is given over to the cruel sons of Cain.