صبح با لب و دهان و رختی که پر از خون شده بود بیدار شدم.
خونِ خشک شده.
نصف شب خوندماغ شده بودم.
خونِ خشک شده.
نصف شب خوندماغ شده بودم.
این پیام رو فروارد کنید برای دخترای خوشگل، تا عضو ۳۰۰۰ ام کانال یک دختر خوشگل باشه، و عضوهای بعدی حتی.
The Ancient Sun
Random.
when all the birds have broken their wings
i will find comfort in the warmth of your blood on my hands.
time tells nothing
i reminisce about torn seams
and * dreams
as i scrape out remnants of the
purity trapped in the mildew under your floorboards
O Hearken! the lilies are singing to us!
(forever entranced by the acacia with the broken branches)
i have swallowed the frail bodies of the nightingales
and i have promised to protect them with my own flesh;
put your hands within me and you'll know the breaking of their hollow bones
i will find comfort in the warmth of your blood on my hands.
time tells nothing
i reminisce about torn seams
and * dreams
as i scrape out remnants of the
purity trapped in the mildew under your floorboards
O Hearken! the lilies are singing to us!
(forever entranced by the acacia with the broken branches)
i have swallowed the frail bodies of the nightingales
and i have promised to protect them with my own flesh;
put your hands within me and you'll know the breaking of their hollow bones