Читать книгу the first conversation the sun had with the moon - jason a. kendall - Страница 9

along that road, that narrow road

where gravel eats my feet

trees droop low and low

hills go steep and steep

along that road, that twisting road

that turns to and fro

stumbling upon a wall of stone

where then shall i go?

along that road, that long long road

that seems to take us all

will you know like i know

what is beyond the wall?