Colossal sky-ships, the clouds drift by
They expect a passenger but he wasn’t ready for that
The storm bending the willow, rustling is always comforting, like thousands of souls whispering.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
Colossal sky-ships, the clouds drift by
They expect a passenger but he wasn’t ready for that
The storm bending the willow, rustling is always comforting, like thousands of souls whispering.
Copyright John de Gruyther 2017
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