she saw at the stroke of dawn.
she stood by the pier
of her dear one,
the fire was alighted,
at the stroke of dawn,
as the chirping birds,
came out from the nests,
as the exhausted firefly
sat fallen Crest,
the insatiable flames
danced on the pier,
the mortal remains
looked grandsire
illuminated...
of her dear one,
the fire was alighted,
at the stroke of dawn,
as the chirping birds,
came out from the nests,
as the exhausted firefly
sat fallen Crest,
the insatiable flames
danced on the pier,
the mortal remains
looked grandsire
illuminated...