Jan 18
My whole shivers as I feel My fever entwined by the wind The end of the road is near Black winds, enclosing the valleys The white skies open and swallow their screams I once dreamed you could reach me In the ocean's waves Now all I see is their silent dances I once dreamed we could be together In this dismal scenario But no one ever walked these shores In his mirages the loner hides his fears Passively I watched the seasons pass The meadows getting dried Like rusted over time, Like rusted over time. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
