A bird with a broken wing sings from the depths of the forest. In its song the echoes of lost sunlight breathe with pain. I hear wilderness calling us, drifting softly through the evening mist.
- Halina Poświatowska
A bird with a broken wing sings from the depths of the forest. In its song the echoes of lost sunlight breathe with pain. I hear wilderness calling us, drifting softly through the evening mist.