Final hour


You were always there… I know that now

Every cold winter morning

Every second of mourning

You were there while I was burning

Raw sunrises kissing the shades of the mountains

The burnout sun… Worn out moon

The plummeting never ended too soon

Pain and joy exploding on the same fountains

You were always there… Even today, on the last embers of my passion

The glory, the suffering, the wind, and the chain reaction aiming for attraction

I will never cease to be amazed by your power

Not even now, on my last trip… On my final hour…


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