It wraps around us now.
A quiet in the shade, whispering regret.
It serves a higher purpose,
invisible to us.
In savage times
such are these,
We are all a garden
without Eve.
only the tidbits
It wraps around us now.
A quiet in the shade, whispering regret.
It serves a higher purpose,
invisible to us.
In savage times
such are these,
We are all a garden
without Eve.