the sound of birds
And I felt the pain of empty songs
That birds have tried to pass onto leaves
And sprigs
And just like them
My olive branch is not a home
And if the words could form
I don’t think they would make a...
That birds have tried to pass onto leaves
And sprigs
And just like them
My olive branch is not a home
And if the words could form
I don’t think they would make a...