Thorns کے بول

Embraced by enchantment, feeble winds howl The sun levitates through a deathbed of lights The empty horizon, forsaken and cold Ascends from the ashes of the vanishing sun Under veils of oblivious skies I wander through naked fields over cold grounds Clawed trees stands lifeless engraved in the mist Into nowhere that grimly reveals Unshadowed for the dying sun still buried under desperate claws A pale light shimmers with a cleansing brightness through the dark The sun shall no more give us warmth But still to haunt from empty skies In the distant gleam lies the forgotten to be found Among all shades of the trees the naked fields now drown As I slowly wander into the forests grip it all opens clear Now I see through the dim which nestles before my steps Where the light shines so pure but still seems distant from the path Forgiving shadows fall through the wise wind Forever to shine with a distant thorn of light The howling now increases when the wind grips the trees Serenades fills the air with enchanting sighs of relief All vanishing into the skies where the sun no longer glows Only the breeze now seems to breathe through the night When I reach the light tears me through the silent dark Enlivened by the mesmerizing wind The trees stand reaching into the sky As a vast memory the banished sun shall rest Unshadowed for the thorns still tearing me with desperate claws The light still shimmers a pure brightness in the dark Forgiving shadows fall through the wise wind Forever to shine with distant thorns of light