The mountain
Say it to the hills. They answer with old poems, never with your words.
The hills are quiet today.
Tap, and let it all out. Your voice comes back from the hills, then it's gone. Nothing is recorded or kept.
Say it to the hills. They answer with old poems, never with your words.
The hills are quiet today.
Tap, and let it all out. Your voice comes back from the hills, then it's gone. Nothing is recorded or kept.