Luyện nghe bài hát Kneading With Honey

O a breath to hold me
is the unstrung harps (in play)
The laying of wedding down
Envy the of my passions

me,
I am as wet as a eye
A youth my sight
Lays naked through earth

So nature's gentle bosoms forgot
Our age like winters
Sisters, brothers of touch
Flatter to passing

Gather their ornaments
As passions lent me
Put a curse upon our
And beneath the shoulders

Crossing the running
The oak stands withered these years
I am here to suckle from nature
And from males obscenity

I dance the hour

O how like calm me
Its kindness, my eyes
these years
Yet us then rejoice

Notorious of scorn
them with awe
Bekiss the breed
And tend to its

Feed the invert decay
For its shines kindly