Wednesday, September 13, 2017

WATCH: ZKHR - OPLETAI


It carried us I don’t know where.
Retreating before us, like some mirage,
Were cities, miraculously fair.
Under our feet the mint grass spread,
The birds were following our tread,
The fishes came to a river bend,
And to our eyes the sky was open.

Behind us our fate was groping,

Like an insane man with a razor in his hand.