Laura GráDec 27, 20201 min readWordropUpdated: Dec 28, 2020The Time stopped to let me ache, In myriads of tears that will dryMy continents of sorrow that will breakThe crack of days where dreams do never die.
The Time stopped to let me ache, In myriads of tears that will dryMy continents of sorrow that will breakThe crack of days where dreams do never die.
My darklingAs I wandering into my soul, A burning sigh grows in the deep For all my pains, I'll take a bow Thus, they are mine, even if.. bleak. In dreams of night, the day will rise In many shades of fading ach