To all thepoets I have known. Who saw the beauty in the common place. Saw incarnation in a Baby's face. And in a drop of rain the stars. When there was mud and blood and tears. You sang a song
To all thepoets I have known. Who saw the beauty in the common place. Saw incarnation in a Baby's face. And in a drop of rain the stars. When there was mud and blood and tears. You sang a song