" I should go now quietly,
for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep.
Where all my layers can become reeds,
All my my limbs can become trees,
All my children can become me, oh what I mess I'll leave. "
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
" I should go now quietly,
for my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep.
Where all my layers can become reeds,
All my my limbs can become trees,
All my children can become me, oh what I mess I'll leave. "
