اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Deny frustrations
The past, where the present slowly lives
The drown, we lived awaiting for,
passive, to the shadows, a barrage only.
As the serpentine path way straightens,
does the wind follow one?
We're howling on, in half-light
The unknown, and the formless, step in,
to welcome words
That came into flesh... buried.
