It's Sunday The crows whispered "Save Save" Out of a sad dream of right and wrong "Save Save" Out of a haunted Dream of bad things In the morning stillness Would not move my eyes To see what lurks Behind... Continue Reading →
It's Sunday The crows whispered "Save Save" Out of a sad dream of right and wrong "Save Save" Out of a haunted Dream of bad things In the morning stillness Would not move my eyes To see what lurks Behind... Continue Reading →