Our Distant Pathway

and so she went...
through the eyes of all splendor
and through the gate of admirations
let every cherry red pursue the dance of the swans

a line of thousand candle impale the darkness of this hall
implying the vacuity of insensible act to be done
for what he got was the fault of his heart
and what he stood as himself was accusation



and never to be clear the part of this lost chapter
as never she has to be back
and never for him to sweeten his bitter
as never his boundary to be break

so what has to happen is not of this matter...
we love to expedite this sour manner,
and we doesn't echo the sound of trouble,
as this failing part end up in such no shelter...