As the thoughts of Night cruelly meander
I await your light like a Czech Leander
to guide me over the river of sadness
my Hero's arms purifying my madness
after I appear soaked by the nightly swim
ready to hear your voice that sings
like the most beautifuly flock of birds
you are a true shepherd of my mental herds
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 11:14 AM UTC
As the thoughts of Night cruelly meander
I await your light like a Czech Leander
to guide me over the river of sadness
my Hero's arms purifying my madness
after I appear soaked by the nightly swim
ready to hear your voice that sings
like the most beautifuly flock of birds
you are a true shepherd of my mental herds
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