When the wind will bring me scent of ashes
I will sing you my final farewell…
With invisible droplets on the lashes,
I feel much more than I shall tell.
The memories occur in sudden flashes,
Within my heart they all shall dwell…
Differ all the evil and watch it crushes,
In every Heaven there can be some Hell.
Cold wind blows the ash before my glasses.
It’s too late to dream or wishing well.
Let all what’s harmful burn like matches
No prayers gonna break the spell…
Photographer/model/edit/text: Me - Dante Heks