My first magazine savage_wind_final__3 | Page 7

S AVA G E W I N D IN EXILE Beyond the mountain is the silent exile Colour of insanity on the scattered stone The moon will not rise tonight, only clouds Rivers run within broken rocks Countless fireflies, with agony in the heart In your eyes footprints of lazy moon Thirsty night Touch my hands Meaningless empty memory, Left by passion’s trail Silence down the mountain rock Wounded lazy moon In exile 7