Ballad Man And This Morning
Ballad Man And This Morning
Ballad MAN AND THIS MORNING
By Dhiat Alwy
Baste the fingers deserted browse
In each slit pottery
Deserted corner of a hall
Sat staring at the flame
That the fire did not stop dancing with the wind
Medium candle was nearly depleted melt
Like a candle of hope
Dashed all hope him
Melting instantly devoured her love
There is no longer oretan smile this morning
Destroyed all the stories, like, even sorrow
There is no longer a shadow silhouette of woman
Only the void left behind
Now the empty corner of the porch;
Above the old pottery
Man sat blankly staring at the candle dancing together morning is increasingly becoming
Wrath of angels
Ballad MAN AND THIS MORNINGBy Dhiat Alwy
Baste the fingers deserted browse
In each slit pottery
Deserted corner of a hall
Sat staring at the flame
That the fire did not stop dancing with the wind
Medium candle was nearly depleted melt
Like a candle of hope
Dashed all hope him
Melting instantly devoured her love
There is no longer oretan smile this morning
Destroyed all the stories, like, even sorrow
There is no longer a shadow silhouette of woman
Only the void left behind
Now the empty corner of the porch;
Above the old pottery
Man sat blankly staring at the candle dancing together morning is increasingly becoming
Wrath of angels
By Dhiat Alwy
Baste the fingers deserted browse
In each slit pottery
Deserted corner of a hall
Sat staring at the flame
That the fire did not stop dancing with the wind
Medium candle was nearly depleted melt
Like a candle of hope
Dashed all hope him
Melting instantly devoured her love
There is no longer oretan smile this morning
Destroyed all the stories, like, even sorrow
There is no longer a shadow silhouette of woman
Only the void left behind
Now the empty corner of the porch;
Above the old pottery
Man sat blankly staring at the candle dancing together morning is increasingly becoming
Wrath of angels
Ballad Man And This Morning