For the mighty tongue that stopped you from letting the grey out;for the soul that has now ashened from weighing thoughts that build to mount;for all the woes and serenities alike that colour your heart in every drop, write. - Dancing Barefoot
For the mighty tongue that stopped you from letting the grey out;for the soul that has now ashened from weighing thoughts that build to mount;for all the woes and serenities alike that colour your heart in every drop, write.
- Dancing Barefoot