Luyện nghe bài hát Sculpture of Stone

forlorn, inert
on a dessert,
in the gloom of
blown away by the wind
on the breath of hell

a being that shows nothing
desolate, empty as a sculpture of
a sign of an end to all that's away
emptiness, from bareness into

all the and feelings
once enclosed her
blown by the searing wind
blustering with

cadaver to ash
blown away into the history
her own, forgotten
never written down,

is a faceless one
no time nor exist
the forlorn, being
as an illusion from a dream