Luyện nghe bài hát Absit Omen

Void has no
As the giant out
A tipping points
Sets a solar doubt

Warmth and glare on every
For compelled to crave
A sphere forgets its past
To bask in wave

Dusk comes later each day,
And sooner turns
As shallow search the air,
The flower burns

Brighter skies are
crowded slopes in light
In all directions creatures
Before their flight

at the zenith
To fray the dangling
Hum the fever pitch
To see the flames

Distance loses
As the breath the fire
are fibres; gone are thoughts
But in the pyre