The crystal yarn rolls west beneath a desert sky,“Hornets shed old stripes; bright Suns come prowling by.Every trade’s a doorway—some close, some softly gleam…Trust the paw that follows fate, not…
The crystal yarn rolls west beneath a desert sky,“Hornets shed old stripes; bright Suns come prowling by.Every trade’s a doorway—some close, some softly gleam…Trust the paw that follows fate, not…