
I fail to focus on the grand beyond,
See only a single grain of sand
Turn slowly in a rosy haze.
Dreamlike days
Without a whispering wind.
The Temptress has left me
— again.
I fail to focus on the grand beyond,
See only a single grain of sand
Turn slowly in a rosy haze.
Dreamlike days
Without a whispering wind.
The Temptress has left me
— again.