Gray shadows rose on the sharp air, yellow
air of summer.
Riding a glance beyond horizons.
And the earth cried out in its emptiness
and ash-white graves
clutched at the passing birds.
Gray shadows rose on the sharp air, yellow
air of summer.
Riding a glance beyond horizons.
And the earth cried out in its emptiness
and ash-white graves
clutched at the passing birds.