suññatā

sad the sky, water falls

soft crystals on your face

angry thunder whispers

standing in this place

–

lives here no harbour

we feed the silver squall

thrashing to and fro

flee this crumbling hall

–

clans of the fallen

lives of long ago

you belong in sunlight

leave these things below

 

 

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