Richard Gallienne
Richard Gallienne
cruel cry given god goes sons
The cry of the Little Peoples goes up to God in vain, / For the world is given over to the cruel sons of Cain.
calls falling flowers soft somewhere sunlight tears
She's somewhere in the sunlight strong, / Her tears are in the falling rain, / She calls me in the wind's soft song, / And with the flowers she comes again.
darkness
What of the Darkness? Is it very fair?