Mountains are melting
All ideologies collapse
Every heartbeat decays
This knot will untie also
And its string vanish
What remains:
A slow shiver
And you feel
Every single pore
The crescent moon
Has just risen
In its
Most beautiful state
Mountains are melting
All ideologies collapse
Every heartbeat decays
This knot will untie also
And its string vanish
What remains:
A slow shiver
And you feel
Every single pore
The crescent moon
Has just risen
In its
Most beautiful state