she lifts her head, from the pillow of winter boredom
Slowly, she lifts her head, from the pillow of winter boredom
Rigidly, she rises from her icy grave
With light in her eyes
And fight in her fists
She commences the winter war
And as the ice walks away
The spring queen will take over
▶ Init | Ultimae
Tik skaisti. Šī t.s. reālā pasaule ir jauka, taču man labāk tīk melanholiski skumīgā sapņu pasaule, kurā es gribētu dzīvot visu laiku.
P.S. Vārdiņi via Ashoka [psychedelic chillout society] » Carbon Based Lifeforms – Interloper.
P.P.S. Absurdi ir klausīties pavasara dziesmu rudenī, taču — gadalaiks ir sirdī, nevis gaisa temperatūrā un kalendārā.
P.P.P.S. Ziema nāk :-/