Did the black soil of spring cover you, the wind wail through the temple of broken trees, and the flesh flee from your gleaming bones? was your face a simple mask of worms? or were you a prism of color in the gloom as the world sank into empty night? did you feel the light streaming out of you? could you see its edges flickering? did you etch some purpose on the grey in between what is and what seems to be? our last sunrise breaks in the east. Oror.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
