as I lay in the dark
drenched in wet sand,
and your sounds
come to me, you say
no, I don’t breathe you anymore
may be in next aeon
when the time turns
and I can fathom your might
and your vastness.
as I lay in the dark
drenched in wet sand,
and your sounds
come to me, you say
no, I don’t breathe you anymore
may be in next aeon
when the time turns
and I can fathom your might
and your vastness.