I walk in these circles These circles that I walk in Made of wool and made of strings Laid out on the ground at my
Tag: Identity
The Moon and the Jackal
Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking
Clouds
In a place down below And a land outside of time There’s a girl with two braids and blue eyes Who for ever watches the
The Paper Man
A paper thought for a paper man, He makes a paper crane and puts it on the lake; Makes a paper crown, and puts it
