Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return. To become the dew that querces the land. To spare over the sies, the skies. I offer thee this silent sacrifice.. _________________________________________________________
Even if the morrow is barren of promises, nothing shall forestall my return. To become the dew that querces the land. To spare over the sies, the skies. I offer thee this silent sacrifice.. _________________________________________________________