My love awakens from the garden, Where between the leaves the sun Dances to the rhythm of The ancient chirping of the time. Breezes weave their subtle threads, The leaves whisper the secrets of the moon.
- Paul Éluard
My love awakens from the garden, Where between the leaves the sun Dances to the rhythm of The ancient chirping of the time. Breezes weave their subtle threads, The leaves whisper the secrets of the moon.