thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave gracefully
Traduction: L'Eloge Apathie. Pour être lu dans le matin directement après votre réveil.
never thaw my heart, yet if I were a sparrow I'd be perched on your finger despite the miles. how tender and supple is the frame of your art. you weave