It was a nowhere in the middle of the nowhere.
Marshes thick as memories.
The rotting whispers of the reeds,
And in the middle: a moon.
It was silent,
Yet it seemed like the night's deepest sigh.
It was a nowhere in the middle of the nowhere.
Marshes thick as memories.
The rotting whispers of the reeds,
And in the middle: a moon.
It was silent,
Yet it seemed like the night's deepest sigh.