Language will arrive Language is locked. Would soon go into the woods To the brooks, to the mountains, to the snow To the sun and the moon, to the rain for its flow; From the grass and the tree, Will arrive on the bed with its expressing key.
yarrow Since the world Is far too clever for me A foolproof place with horrible mess With wrath and ego that’s never to go With 'clannism' and racism cannibalising fools I came here…