That evening organ’s arcing forest didn’t grumble..., by Rupert Moreton That evening organ’s arcing forest didn’t grumble — /
The trees sang Schubert to us, their own cradle’s sound. /
The windmill whispered, and in te...
The wooden organ did not roar this evening..., by Ilya Shambat The wooden organ did not roar this evening. /
The cradle song of Schubert to us sang /
The windmill blew and in the hurricane's singing /
Laughi...
