The howling hollow
Is deep in sorrow,
Chained in my heart.
Your absence is narrow,
Embrace of an arrow
Stuck in my heart.
When the endless tomorrow
Comes and makes the rain swallow
Every empty feeling in my heart.
If you stand in fear of shadow,
Never scared to borrow
A place in my heart.
A dark crow landed in willow,
Hunts the shadow under abandoned yarrow,
Until the blood flows in my heart.
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 11:51 AM UTC
The howling hollow
Is deep in sorrow,
Chained in my heart.
Your absence is narrow,
Embrace of an arrow
Stuck in my heart.
When the endless tomorrow
Comes and makes the rain swallow
Every empty feeling in my heart.
If you stand in fear of shadow,
Never scared to borrow
A place in my heart.
A dark crow landed in willow,
Hunts the shadow under abandoned yarrow,
Until the blood flows in my heart.
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