Merani
Merani, my dark one, go — the road is blue and without end; whatever the night refuses the gallop will spend it. I have no place in the settled rooms, no chair among the patient; my home is the windy distance, my roof the wandering sky.
Merani, my dark one, go — the road is blue and without end; whatever the night refuses the gallop will spend it. I have no place in the settled rooms, no chair among the patient; my home is the windy distance, my roof the wandering sky.