The light that burns darkness
Still sleeping above faint sky
World is splinted with woods
Steel is constructing mankind
Removing the portraits of life
They play the game of smoke
Happiness crossed terminator
Reddening my eyes with moan
Let me discover my reflection
On pupil of Your evident soul
Lift me up with Your firm arms
For staircase demotes to Hell
Tend my existing solitude and
Whisper, “It’s still not too late.”
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
The light that burns darkness
Still sleeping above faint sky
World is splinted with woods
Steel is constructing mankind
Removing the portraits of life
They play the game of smoke
Happiness crossed terminator
Reddening my eyes with moan
Let me discover my reflection
On pupil of Your evident soul
Lift me up with Your firm arms
For staircase demotes to Hell
Tend my existing solitude and
Whisper, “It’s still not too late.”
