Soft lids of rain flutter shut
To the lullaby of your storms
Warming stifled sighs of dust
Someway, knowing to think no way
To all and nothing; we are trying
Something while we are nothing; decay
As the scenery buries us within irony
To this long lost parched inquiry
I look away.
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC
Soft lids of rain flutter shut
To the lullaby of your storms
Warming stifled sighs of dust
Someway, knowing to think no way
To all and nothing; we are trying
Something while we are nothing; decay
As the scenery buries us within irony
To this long lost parched inquiry
I look away.
Copyright © 2010 Aya Gare
