Sky Preserved behind my broken glass, I stretch my hand to the sky. In delicate shades of blue and peach, it whispers to me of its freedom, its chill breath cold upon my mind. My heart trembles. (My fingers grasp) My heart trembles. (and close, empty.) |
Close The edges of the sky are burning, burning fiercely golden, darkly gray, they kindle a glow in the west, searing, searing the mist and the day is ashes. |