This aching heart into the sky.
Let golden dust just drift and spray,
Lost on the wind, so far away.”
The black tower looms, its windows grin,
Somewhere there, he is within.
Blond hair, a trembling voice,
No matter what shook his choice.
A pensive man stands by the pane,
Watching clouds that churn with rain
Heavy, thick, they swell and rise,
A storm reflected in his eyes.
He sees himself outside the room.
He wouldn’t beg to heal his gloom,
The heavens have no care for him.
He’s just a shadow, fading dim.
The cold seeps deep into his skin,
As sorrow claws its way within.
Heavy, thick, they swell and rise,
A storm reflected in his eyes.
He sees himself outside the room.
He wouldn’t beg to heal his gloom,
The heavens have no care for him.
He’s just a shadow, fading dim.
The cold seeps deep into his skin,
As sorrow claws its way within.
“Take it all back, oh clouds so wide,
Leave not a drop, not one behind”.
Leave not a drop, not one behind”.
14.03.2025
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