21/03/2025
Where ground is molten lavaAnd clouds make acid rainWhere the wind blows the fireOver nascent floral lanes There lay the budding rosesCowering under smoky skiesWhimpering out of fearWith reddened watery eyesThe nests are all emptyThe trees are all bareThe withered, burning garden Tells a haunting tale to scareWhere grass was once blooming…...
Where ground is molten lavaAnd clouds make acid rainWhere the wind blows the fireOver nascent floral lanes There lay the budding rosesCowering under smoky skiesWhimpering out of fearWith reddened w…
