اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The morning
Clouds
And haze
So low
Layers of light
And
Sound
Darkness and shadows
Imminent imprint
Perceived
Through
Clenched eyes
So
Let it
Ripe
The fruit
Let ripe
Your life
But
It is torn
A mere projection
Of the mind
Distorted
Liquified
If it's gone
Everything's void
