I see many colours in the salt teeth of foam
Which is no where to face under the half-light
The rainbow they say is full of harmonies
We shall make a grey turn to face it.
Lament of the Silent Sisters, IV
I see many colours in the salt teeth of foam
Which is no where to face under the half-light
The rainbow they say is full of harmonies
We shall make a grey turn to face it.
Lament of the Silent Sisters, IV