Emptiness surrounds
The weary,
Thus be found
Wearing the face
Found in ill-fated place,
Loosing time’s race
As emptiness presses,
On hapless people,
Whose matter brims empty!
Emptiness surrounds
The weary,
Thus be found
Wearing the face
Found in ill-fated place,
Loosing time’s race
As emptiness presses,
On hapless people,
Whose matter brims empty!