a sun singer
A sun singer chimes: Taj mahal on a grain of sand Well thought out but still unplanned Budding ripeness on sticks so tall In the whole they're very small Woman holds man in a dance of ecstasy Only one note in the song of history Tidal waves crash and rise and fall Merely a snare in the song's wild squall The flaring fury of a hundred sons Burning unfettered Cannot touch the power of time
Room View
A woman chimes a lilting tune in the sun.
Mob Information
a sun singer
~39
Twilight Temple
singer, sun
no
no
no
good
1000
none