اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
I come with mud
From yellow bogs
Pulling on calves
Oh, I come with love
East shores afar
Fumbling on par
The sound of long gone brains
To keep me awake
Stepped off the shoe blade
To reach your wispy glade
The breath of earth calls to me
Whispers soothe tenderly
Touched with interest, I see
Nature's grace, bound to be
