Love, what a long way, to arrive at a kiss.
Hands make the world each day.
I want to see the thirst inside the syllables I want to touch the fire in the sound: I want to feel the darkness of the cry. I want words as rough as virgin rocks.” - Verb.
Give me silence, water, hope Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.