Winter, winter… Can you tell with your silver breath? River, river… Stays asleep in his frozen bed Yonder, yonder… Lies the moor dressed in a shroud of white Shelter, shelter… Rescue me from desolations sight Dead Winter Ways, the latest…
Thou dawdl’d not bringing me fro Æther to Nether, Still, duringly cling I on to this heather – Dew-scentéd blossom; thou wast pristine, The sweven of thee ne’er will I cede, my colleen. Drat this creature of memories ill, Foolhardy…
نتلاقى بحلم … ما فيه هم و أحكيلك عن … يا روح الروح … حلوّك يا روح
The physical, metaphysical, delusional and back… This is what’s running in the back of my head ALL the time, car, iPod. Here, they shall gather… Among its bows and hither. In the spring or summer sun, bright are the voices…
I took her by the hand to say All faith forever has been washed away I returned for you in great dismay Come with me, far away to stay Endlessly gazing in nocturnal prime She spoke of her vices and…
He is one of the few that did leave a huge impact on me. Deeply troubled and trying to clear my mind of weary thoughts, I visited This is what Fernando wrote about himself : Maybe I am the…
Drifting endlessly steep in darkened streams; The inharmonious looms In my doleful ocean lies the love I’ve lost… …for heaven, my sorrow – Draconian