Thursday, July 16, 2009

Sorrow


The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking


Pink Floyd

2 comments:

marooned84 said...

very familiar...

Wild at Heart said...

يا رب زيح.