Shownotes
Winter nights, burning cinder.
Sierra sylvie
As I lie here with eyes that ,
Glint while the cinder burns each memory softly.
As I lie here with those eyes that ,
Soar across every memory longing to be embraced.
As I lie here with a body ,
Longing to be worshipped
As I lie here with the body ,
Of rusted skin from the torrent of tears .
As I lie here with a soul ,
Suffering from the resentment of an eclipse
As I lie here with a soul , striving to cherish the thistle garden of heart.
As I lie here with an aching heart ,
Waiting for a lullaby , only to recite it myself.
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