I don’t have any home To the hills I have announced I don’t have any home The echo sadly denounced   The blue birds on the trees With a twinkle in their eyes Sang to me, as if to say You can stay with us   The rabbits in the burrow With their big, pinkish Read more…

The winds try in vain to blow off the light And the waters thatched in the cold Many lives passed through the eternal circle Yet my soul fails to circumvent and make it past the folds