اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Darkest green louring at me...
I fled into the mouth of the sultry swamp
Warm rain washed down my sweat
To the virgin morass
My feet sank down into the vegetable mould
As I hectically escaped from a disenchanting sun.
Abrupt slope in a morose realm...
Where the cold is guarding me.
I'm freezing...
Can I refuse to bask in affection ever again?
Grim mass of unsettled hatred
Is benumbed by my depressive downfall.
I grope my way along a darkened profanity...
Meagre I've become
On my pagan meanderings
Murk obscures my inner moorland regions.
