“In the thirst, I hear soundless whispers, music of the wild winds. As the valley of grief hums a song, and stones break into roses. The frigid sadness burns through the layers of clouds, And slowly I recognize, my soul of light.”
“In the thirst, I hear soundless whispers, music of the wild winds. As the valley of grief hums a song, and stones break into roses. The frigid sadness burns through the layers of clouds, And slowly I recognize, my soul of light.”