Dance Of The Ages
In the light of the dusk
I see the crest of the moon,
The silhouette of the trees
The dark of the bloom.
Mother Earth wants to rest,
Our presence, her test, (more…)
Dance Of The Ages
In the light of the dusk
I see the crest of the moon,
The silhouette of the trees
The dark of the bloom.
Mother Earth wants to rest,
Our presence, her test, (more…)