Oct 2015
Still like a Granite I stand
on the grass that cuts veins
and the dusty snow.
Incapable of moving,
frozen to the deep,
a far away sound slowly fades away:
It's my heart,
Pumping weak.
on the grass that cuts veins
and the dusty snow.
Incapable of moving,
frozen to the deep,
a far away sound slowly fades away:
It's my heart,
Pumping weak.
