The wild branch sits still, heaven protects its own.
The birds fly above preaching of its elegance and demeanor.
The winds blow adhering to its feat.
Hoping even slowly but surely he will be reborn.
But alas, the devil protects its own.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 8:50 PM UTC
The wild branch sits still, heaven protects its own.
The birds fly above preaching of its elegance and demeanor.
The winds blow adhering to its feat.
Hoping even slowly but surely he will be reborn.
But alas, the devil protects its own.
