Starry may

Bodily moves
The damp in battle
In fine dust
Night owl crying
Moist wraps the sky

The clouded face
Looks at the dotted veil
The intrigues of a wavy tree
Are raised to the sky

Human thought is sad and vague
While the tree dominates
With his curved branches

A dying scythe is faded
And just illuminates
A little suspended scar
She raises uncertain eyes to the sky
In the weakened starry sky
You are a battlefield tonight, a sweaty sky

Human thought is sad and vague
While the tree dominates
With his curved branches

Bodily moves
The damp in battle
In fine dust
Night owl crying
Moist wraps the sky

The clouded face
Looks at the dotted veil
The intrigues of a wavy tree
Are raised to the sky



Credits
Writer(s): Francesco Azzirri
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