Tarot // State of grace: |
I see the hill scattered to horizons They've haunted my dreams for a long time The bones of ancestors lay unrestful They're calling me to their shrine And I struggle With the season before the snow The ground is hard with ice the road beckons, I'll follow Home must be left to know the longing The toes will grow numb from the frost I used to know where I was heading for Somewhere, somehow it just got lost I'd give anything for the signs in the sky Wheels of fire wild at play spinning, ascending |
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