The Voice of the Mother
The Voice of the Mother My breath is on the morning and my smile is summer. From my hands the birds of the air take their food. The mild ox is my friend, the wolf trots by my friendly side: … Continue reading →
The Voice of the Mother My breath is on the morning and my smile is summer. From my hands the birds of the air take their food. The mild ox is my friend, the wolf trots by my friendly side: … Continue reading →