nyssalance:Led through the mist,By the milk-light of moon,All that was lost, is revealed.Our long by
nyssalance:Led through the mist,By the milk-light of moon,All that was lost, is revealed.Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring,But where have we come, and where shall we end?If dreams can’t come true, then why not pretend?How the gentle wind,Beckons through the leaves,As autumn colors fall.OVER THE GARDEN WALL (2014) -- source link