The only thing I can bring To leave behind more or less Is nothingness of something Like something of nothingness At last I find my question Is not answered yet I guess
Commandment or suggestion Of some faith I should confess Is answer now no longer But forgive me: I digress
The time wheel is turning on To the flarings of the sun With the ghostly moon and drawn Automatic once begun
Living the good life badly The wheel is turning madly
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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