one soul. Time pass
the river roll. And
he talks to the river
of lost love & dedication.
And silent replies that
swirl invitation. Flow
dark & troubled to an
oily sea. A grim
imitation of what is
to be. There's an
unceasing wind that
blows through this night.
And a silence that speaks
so much louder than words
of promises broken."
The Floyd-Sorrow
No comments:
Post a Comment