اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
My back hits the concrete
Cold to the nerves
The clouds stretch black and white
Photographs onto the blanket
Of gray that rests above me
Content lying here, I feel so small
One moment silence fills the air
One moment I can feel you there
Your fingerprints are everywhere
With life on mute time passes so fast
Back to reason
Yet unable to compute the equation
A silhouette of what came before lies beside me
Whispering crows into the night
Disrupting the cumulous at work
