Into the depths of briny deeps
Into the blue cap overhead
A gentle whisper softly seeps
Shaking the souls of the undead
And no one speaks to break the lull
The half-burnt whisper turns to ash
And buried in the cold rubble
It marks the embers with a rash
The half-burnt whisper turns to ash
And buried in the cold rubble
It marks the embers with a rash
In echoes of a distant time
Is veiled the final semblance
It rises from the past sublime
To clear the smoke of indifference
And tiny hope does lay afloat
Ca Ira, the heavens resound
We hide inside the snowy coat
Upon a cloud of eiderdown
6 comments:
In echoes of a distant time
Is veiled the final semblance
Me likes it:)
tiny hopes,tiny people, murky skies looming above
you, me, hope and lull for eternity, like hand in glove
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