Woes don’t run , but days fly away,
Somewhere hope waves its hand.
Time flashes by, and however it should play,
At night, in untold gushes, respite will flood.
Someone covered the red sun with black gouache,
and daylight lies behind the stroke of the black brush,
but the dark of night is already black as it is.
Someone tries to coat all that isn't black with black gouache,
Yet from the dark window, someone waves the white flag,
and this flag is visible from far away.
Woes don’t run, but days fly away,
Somewhere hope waves its hand.
Time flashes by, and however it should play,
At night, in untold gushes, respite will flood.
Gone is the green grass under the feet,
and gone is the yellow brick road under the feet,
and gone is the azure of the sky above the head.
Someone started dark deeds with the dark intent,
But as long as in the darkness flickers white flame,
Nothing will happen to me.
Woes don’t run, but days fly away,
Somewhere hope waves its hand.
Time flashes by, and however it should play,
At night, in untold gushes, respite will flood.
MissAtomicLau
BlackSea4ever
Pzr, 04/04/2021 - 16:55
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