Poetry

The city resumed its tedious uproar / The night spread like a longing for tears / I had just exhausted my last hopes / I will not see the wide carefree skies again

« Words don’t come easy to me / How can I find a way to make you see? / [...] This is just a simple song / That I’ve made for you on my own / There is no hidden meaning, you know » (F.R. David – Words)