Zenith

Soturn

Compositor: Ramoi Epilef

When the wind kiss the trees
You'll realize how deep
Were those my words, indeed

Seeking, reckless, quickly
The point of no return, like a dream
In the despised banks of memory

When on your face, roll a breeze
You will notice, in an epiphany
The cold claws of the air will

Peel your skin

When the rain interfere with the TV
Rays shutting your house in agony
A sad and bated breath will

End your vanity

The bang leaves your home clean
Now you're so lean
Becoming a beautiful, pure, stream

Lonely