Isolation
On the plains of isolation,
I laud the cloudy circles softly cast.
A joyous fate seems reachable
but still I linger in caverns of the past.
Muttering words without feeling:
secrets...
I laud the cloudy circles softly cast.
A joyous fate seems reachable
but still I linger in caverns of the past.
Muttering words without feeling:
secrets...