A serene gush of hunger
Is crown to empty halls
It doesnt know to ponder
It doesnt know to stop
It raise itself
From the ashes of nay
It is yes a magic
The wonder of a fay
It sweeps away the tone
The jaded to the ground
And dazzles them with gold
A rover in the town
But what if the blocks
Are all a sew of lies
The moon doesnt question
A bubble in he bides
The prayer to the sky
An immense sense of awe
Some eternities will pass
In spring and sow its flaws
The horrors will scurry
In spot they used to hide
The sorrow of a swan
In sea she used to guide
A nestling of dawn
A beauty and a fight
The business for a shard
The one that seize the light
A ardour
That refines the greatest of scars
It is love
It is not grey or dark
