Post by Saionji Shonagon on Oct 21, 2012 10:46:31 GMT -5
Fog laps at the hills
Outside my window, one lone
Crow chants his hoarse dirge.
Throat raw, head muzzy, I wish
Someone would bring me some tea.
Outside my window, one lone
Crow chants his hoarse dirge.
Throat raw, head muzzy, I wish
Someone would bring me some tea.