practice the black color
There is much to do in my kingdom. Much to restore. Much to create.
I have found the solace I sought, though not in the way I imagined.
From dreams I conjure a handful of yellow grain.
I throw the grain into the air. And I hear it. The sound of wings. (c)
I have found the solace I sought, though not in the way I imagined.
From dreams I conjure a handful of yellow grain.
I throw the grain into the air. And I hear it. The sound of wings. (c)
