Write down your dream of a powder-hill on a foggy windowpane Snow shakes the light off wistful and wan You left the hearth to put your head on the glass I would question who would not be moved by Whispered brilliance that each word exudes, my...
Write down your dream of a powder-hill on a foggy windowpane Snow shakes the light off wistful and wan You left the hearth to put your head on the glass I would question who would not be moved by Whispered brilliance that each word exudes, my...