The light hits my eyes in the first of the morning I take in this spectrum of wonder of unlovely things can be balanced, and yet the shadow me with despair
Tulkojums: Māceklis. Skaists.
The light hits my eyes In the first of the morning I take in this spectrum of wonder How unlovely things can be balanced Yet shadow me with despair
: The light hits my eyes In the first of the morning I take in this spectrum of wonder How unlovely things can be balanced Yet shadow me with despair