We are all exiles. From war. From peace. From light. From dark. From the empty spaces that once were full and living. We took off, bindle staff in hand, and tramped our way from civilization to find the hidden vines in faraway places where freedom grows and is turned into wine. Is freedom all it's cracked up to be? Is being an exile worth the cost? These poems explore being lost and the power that comes wit ...Täielik kirjeldus
We are all exiles. From war. From peace. From light. From dark. From the empty spaces that once were full and living. We took off, bindle staff in hand, and tramped our way from civilization to find the hidden vines in faraway places where freedom grows and is turned into wine. Is freedom all it's cracked up to be? Is being an exile worth the cost? These poems explore being lost and the power that comes with it.