A new road or a secret gate
and though I oft have passed them by
A day will come at last when I
Shall take the hidden paths that run
West of the Moon, East of the Sun
West of the Moon, East of the Sun
We must wash them in the water and scrub to get the dirt from our fingernails…. Use the grass, leaves, anything!
Boys! We can’t touch a lady when our hands are dirty…, it’s not polite.Yes, Peter. … but, we don’t have any soap. What do we do now?
(Source: cine-freud, via fantasyorfiction)




