Only when the untoward bows toward
Sulphur does the
Ram know of the heron’s word; it is
Day which slumbers
Now; you knew the fire’s last inch
And stood silent
The prongs of sulphur know of the
Heron’s word
Only when the untoward bows toward
Sulphur does the
Ram know of the heron’s word; it is
Day which slumbers
Now; you knew the fire’s last inch
And stood silent
The prongs of sulphur know of the
Heron’s word