When a blooming garden’s obsessed with frosty winds I shall count days (to the dawn) Seducing touch of sneaking phantasms disarms and stupefies implicitly
Ages of abundance pierced by ray of wisdom Illuminated and dispersed the twilight haze
The breath of ancient The withstanding will The spirit and wisdom Are fading
Progenies of Agony Disgorge and ulcers Shall cover all the face of Mother As time falls As cave locks Escape is false A vain effort
Narrow lanes watched her steps Going deeper in the suburbs
Slender pretty legs bloting in the nesty mud Faces around all affected by leprosy
You’re endowed by the purest souls and strongest bodies So why do you all suffer in a decaying filth
But there was only denial The only answer to her cries and prayers
And I stand alone in front of nowhere looking in the eyes of fate In turbid waters I only hardly see the fall of everything I pray winds and flows to cast aside all curse My will.. Is to stand
Ages of abundance mighty and fertile Illuminated and dispersed the twilight haze
When a blooming garden’s obsessed with frosty winds Everything shall wait for awakeningawakening
The breath of ancient The withstanding will The spirit and wisdom Are fading