Crystal Sky by Victor Sea

Crystal sky fragments in the heart Impassively plunges from the cold heights. The past is rapidly turning into non-existence, In inertia traps, the osot turns yellow. What should we do when we're cold, like frost on the windows? Light is refracted in crystal colors. But the sun is setting, and in the thickets of the pale We are looking in vain for an answer. A short April will seal our cuts., The underground rivers will be awakened by spring. Chest deep in the foam of time, like breakwaters On the shores of a sad crystal dream. © Victor Sea

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