Those months of solitude are lost to us, Extinguished by the light of willing day. Calculations of heat, dreams set in trust, Impressed and erased by the first full ray.
The Womb
The Womb
The Womb
Those months of solitude are lost to us, Extinguished by the light of willing day. Calculations of heat, dreams set in trust, Impressed and erased by the first full ray.