Spring... my youngest sister as well as the oldest
thou - but a mere child thyself,
art the mother of each beginning...
so naive and innocent! why art thee so persistent?
to birth anew what I hath avenged,
what hath deserved to die?
by D. L. Flow
thou - but a mere child thyself,
art the mother of each beginning...
so naive and innocent! why art thee so persistent?
to birth anew what I hath avenged,
what hath deserved to die?
by D. L. Flow