Snow covered hills in the distance …
Green in the valley.
A ringing in my ears:
It’s Spring, Clouds of war
Threaten the summer.
We roll along.
What’s normal
When priests bless men about to die
Before their time?
SPRING
Snow covered hills in the distance …
Green in the valley.
A ringing in my ears:
It’s Spring, Clouds of war
Threaten the summer.
We roll along.
What’s normal
When priests bless men about to die
Before their time?