Mist clings like smoke about the home, pressing the world back inside; none ventures forth without true cause— everything drifts into reverie wide. Hands and lips grow ever softer, gestures fall into deeper calm. Secretly, like on the seabed's realm, mankind and earth share the same dream's balm. Mist clings like smoke about the home, pressing the world back inside; none ventures forth without true cause— everything drifts into reverie wide. Hands and lips grow ever softer, gestures fall into deeper calm. Secretly, like on the seabed's realm, mankind and earth share the same dream's balm. Hands and lips grow ever softer, gestures fall into deeper calm. Secretly, like on the seabed's realm, mankind and earth share the same dream's balm.
