oh! throat drying from my thirst
but why I feel
drown
"Isn't a
cascading sadness?
not this summer
crises
when grows in the
fall of spring
dropping
thorn-like rains
at the face of
sunning
It burns, i feel no
aches.
yet, growing grasses over the horizon
muddy hell in my stand
should I be caught twice the million
of sorrows and overjoy
warmth over this unduly
the mourning not for dew
the light in the tower
enticing the only glow
which sadness begets no sadness
my fall is my summer drew
ne'er joy roots from pouts
but falling resonance
yet, growing grasses over the horizon
muddy hell in my stand
should I be caught twice the million
of sorrows and overjoy
warmth over this unduly
the mourning not for dew
the light in the tower
enticing the only glow
which sadness begets no sadness
my fall is my summer drew
ne'er joy roots from pouts
but falling resonance
