My Child
Curl up in a dream, my child, so I may bless you thus.
The heart is a bird to whom large, large wings were given.
Do not separate yourself from the gesture that is bold—
mushrooms sprout in round-headed crowds, stars are sky-full!
Curl up in a dream, my child, so I may bless you thus.
The heart is a bird to whom large, large wings were given.
Do not separate yourself from the gesture that is bold—
mushrooms sprout in round-headed crowds, stars are sky-full!