Mabh Savage
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
The Call
White treasure, petals bright
Fall from high to small
Hands and fingers, softly lands
Adoration; springtime’s call.
Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
White treasure, petals bright
Fall from high to small
Hands and fingers, softly lands
Adoration; springtime’s call.
