AND WORDS FLOWED THROUGH MY VEINS LIKE BLOOD
SPILLED UPON A THOUSAND DREAMS.
NOW THIS AWAKENING STIRRED IN ME,
MOVES MY HAND AND PEN IN PERFECT HARMONY.
Collectoria Poeta
AND WORDS FLOWED THROUGH MY VEINS LIKE BLOOD
SPILLED UPON A THOUSAND DREAMS.
NOW THIS AWAKENING STIRRED IN ME,
MOVES MY HAND AND PEN IN PERFECT HARMONY.