there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make sense.
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other”
doesn’t make sense.
#Labour
#Labour