Luyện nghe bài hát Silent Thunder

My bed is the garden where all meet
Hands skim the water beneath my pillow
Stones rain wash away the hours
The hands on my clock, sex, flowers

Silent Thunder me to sleep
the edge so steep

And if my eyes shy the morning
My lips will taste of unripened
without a language call from the past
The future was the day the last

Silent Thunder pries me to
the edge so steep