A dark horizon | Questions looming in the head | Forgotten fragrance
A dark horizon | Questions looming in the head | Forgotten fragrance
Listen big to the sound of God in her eyes. Can’t you love me right, head low, hurts and cries.
The machine has consumed me and no love remains in these parts. I’m afraid the room has cleared and the last call passed.
How long does it take to forget the bad? It depends on what you look for and like to rehearse.
I need peace so pass that here son. I’m tired and this is all I know. Breathe in and forget tomorrow. It comes or not on its own
Tell me of a city beyond death. Tell me the transcendent. Tell me of beauty. Tell me, the peasant.