O floating cloud!
Take me to the end of the world
Deposit me on a solid piece of ground
My fists need to bite every inch of dust
My arms need to embrace the thin air
And declare their nothingness
My hidden tears need overflowing
And this thorn in my throat
This thorn in my throat
Scratches my voice
Blood pours out of my words
And I breathe in a touch of silence
The antidote to a dozen weeps
I cannot withhold
I am one with the serenity
Of a frozen lake,
And The tranquil blackness of winter nights
O floating cloud! Be proud!
I have no wind to carry me anymore.
Tina RSH ©
13.07.17
7:23 PM
Jul 13, 2017
Jul 13, 2017 at 10:54 AM UTC
O floating cloud!
Take me to the end of the world
Deposit me on a solid piece of ground
My fists need to bite every inch of dust
My arms need to embrace the thin air
And declare their nothingness
My hidden tears need overflowing
And this thorn in my throat
This thorn in my throat
Scratches my voice
Blood pours out of my words
And I breathe in a touch of silence
The antidote to a dozen weeps
I cannot withhold
I am one with the serenity
Of a frozen lake,
And The tranquil blackness of winter nights
O floating cloud! Be proud!
I have no wind to carry me anymore.
Tina RSH ©
13.07.17
7:23 PM
