Monday, August 12, 2019

Yana - Apr. 2019

And now I'm lonely with my stars 
Their beauty shines in plains of light
Spread on the vast field of darkness
So small, petty and heartless
Will I still care about a dozen souls
Imprisoned on a speck of dust that rust?
Won't you just hear how the moon howls
At the night, begging it to stay
To cover and hug her in the dark
Though in the morning dawn turns to day
And I still long in a ferryboat to embark
Alone or together, no matter the fall
Let it all go and await my eternal
Sleep and the long sought rest
For no thing has essence, no one is blessed. 

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