اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Scale the craft
With sights awry
Where dreams collide
The nexus of minds
Blurs and empties
At the source
Sends visions to the grave
High atop the lowest stock
Of virtue and release
The resonant infinity
Bereaves the quiet countenance
Of days beyond remembrance
Instilling peace and patience
For a cause unknown
The early hours suffer
Through the weight of what's to come
I'll take this way
To the disgorging face
An archway stands
Between the shore and here
