And the stars are left out there,
isolated far from the prancing us.
The evening is a dark pit of thumping,
there is delight, there is a force of
might.
2019
And the stars are left out there,
isolated far from the prancing us.
The evening is a dark pit of thumping,
there is delight, there is a force of
might.
2019
this is lovely!
thanks 🙂