We will not become silence like yesterday’s beak in the dim pockets of memory We will not become silence as the sauntering snail spitting no water of words above every sand he greeted We will not become silence in the front...
We will not become silence like yesterday’s beak in the dim pockets of memory We will not become silence as the sauntering snail spitting no water of words above every sand he greeted We will not become silence in the front...