Be still
We're too weak
Cuts of crackling leaves
Lay them on the floor
All these memories
Such a dark grey cloud
Has stopped following
Two trees
An endless drought
A garden so weakling
There's time
The stems are dry
But the lake, beckoning
Chase the water
I'll find my place just by the desert flower
Embrace
The pain
The sap
Will flow
Again
Embrace
The pain
The sap
Will flow
Again
Lay them on the floor
All these memories
Such a dark grey cloud
Has stopped following
Lay them on the floor
All these memories
Such a dark grey cloud
Has stopped following
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