It Doesn'T Matter
There's that sound again
A sound of dying
And the company of a friend
In this twilight shine
Black ash and a silver cloud
This sliver of hope makes a dumb man proud
It doesn't matter
If to the left or right this wind blows
This is as high as my poor heart can go
That laughter in the foreground
Flocks of hair flying towards the sky
A mountaintop kissed by Eden within
Copyright © Cheno Achimal | Year Posted 2020
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