Let the mist stir your blood from this percussion. Time so finite, brilliance so fleeting.
The Cliffs of Slieve League in November
Author: Constance Clark
No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.
No Poem Is the Only Poem. No Story Is the Only Story. No Kings.
Let the mist stir your blood from this percussion. Time so finite, brilliance so fleeting.