Walking along the darken'd valley
With silent melancholy
Her music floats
Eyes as a watery glass
As each they pass
she pitied herself
that lowest ebb of
dying glow
And again and again fell the word
Before the tide has began to flow
Apr 26, 2019
Apr 26, 2019 at 5:37 AM UTC
Walking along the darken'd valley
With silent melancholy
Her music floats
Eyes as a watery glass
As each they pass
she pitied herself
that lowest ebb of
dying glow
And again and again fell the word
Before the tide has began to flow
#sadness #dark #melancholy