The sword sung on the barren heath，
The sickle in the fruitful field：
The sword he sung a song of death，
But could not make the sickle yield.
The sword sung on the barren heath，
The sickle in the fruitful field：
The sword he sung a song of death，
But could not make the sickle yield.
PoemWiki 评分
暂无评论 写评论