When the scattered
\nClouds
\nAnd broken strings
\nDon’t resonate Any more
\nThe cracked shells
\nHelp in peeling the crest
\nOver the frozen lake
\nIn whirlpool I lost all the smiles
\nBut then a volcano promises
\nTo unravel
\nThe mysteries
\nOf an unknown path
\nThrough woods of Woolley eyes
\nMoistened and heavy
\nWith tears in memory
\nOf the days
\nThat were good
\nBut are no more
\nWhy do I promise them a boat
\nIn the turbulent sea
\nThat will carry them through
\nAll the storms
\nAnd the tsunami of trust
\nThrusted on your way
\nNow you will walk quietly
\nAnd umbrella of white clouds
\nWill pave your sky
\nWith dreams you we’re afraid to see
\nSo long
\nBut no more<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
When the scattered Clouds And broken strings Don’t resonate Any more The cracked shells Help in peeling the crest Over the frozen lake In whirlpool I lost all the smiles But then a volcano promises To unravel The mysteries Of an unknown path Through woods of Woolley eyes Moistened and heavy With tears in memory … <\/p>\n