Poems from olliefisk
I'll make the most of my time left to spend, 1
For a call from the tower of silence cries...
I'll make the most of my time left to spend, 1
For a call from the tower of silence cries...
Day after day, the same nonsense takes place,
The same inaneness under the sky.
Born into life, during the great bloom of morn,
But now,...