اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
The sun is old on water
Yearling flakes keep whirling by
Carry me awry
Collapsing breaths discover
Turning hope, new-boarded highs
Receding howls dew the skies
Closing eyes recover
Amber light in wintry bed
Can you pull me under the cold, charred sea?
Whispered words of summer
Fallen ode, a bawling bless
Serenades the water and carries me anew
In softest air, a stutter
Steers the heart away from the bane
Leaves the lasting sorrow and carries me anew
