The trail within
Flamboyant dust, I rubbed my hands through...
Red was my ardour for that young madness.....
And for the sake of eros love,
which I no longer will be able to subdue.....
Your slender soul tastes like cinnamon,
That pungent smell drives me into the gyre....
The interminable...
Red was my ardour for that young madness.....
And for the sake of eros love,
which I no longer will be able to subdue.....
Your slender soul tastes like cinnamon,
That pungent smell drives me into the gyre....
The interminable...