Wild
The docile wild
Sleeping without wont
Swells the visage
Of lucid answer
As kindled fire
A moth like desire
Does arise deep
In the heart of man
As he looks on
Expecting nothing
From the licking flames
Writer/s: Mortal Thing
The docile wild
Sleeping without wont
Swells the visage
Of lucid answer
As kindled fire
A moth like desire
Does arise deep
In the heart of man
As he looks on
Expecting nothing
From the licking flames
Writer/s: Mortal Thing