Draught in the Desert
Spring came early here...
Threw the pendilum as it swings
Deeper does its agony ring...
There is something
about Winter...
My heart heavily beats, like the days of December
Reminiscing warm rays amid the sky of September...
Amber leaves
tumble from octopus limbs...
-Glistening mountains-
Frigid above the earths' ground...
The clouds, they gently pass me by
as the leaves on the trees seem to dance in the...
I close my eyes and see you
I see you there laughing...
Moving stealthily through the night
The bark isn't as bad as the bite...