Cloud Kings Collide
The cold of the east-driven wind Whips the barren face of mountaintops Their glossy peaks veiled in heaven’s suspended rain The swirling continents of air churning over one, over another […]
The cold of the east-driven wind Whips the barren face of mountaintops Their glossy peaks veiled in heaven’s suspended rain The swirling continents of air churning over one, over another […]