She walks in chains
heart keeping rhythm
which moon
will welcome
her pain?
The lights turn off
in the air rising
spirals of smoke.
I see coming closer
a far
point,
only the desert
remains.
She walks in chains
heart keeping rhythm
which moon
will welcome
her pain?
The lights turn off
in the air rising
spirals of smoke.
I see coming closer
a far
point,
only the desert
remains.