Ashes
By the altar, on my knees,
I piously pray for a fresh breeze.
In my heart, lie piles of stale ashes,
left by the quenched love that still flashes.
Ashes
By the altar, on my knees,
I piously pray for a fresh breeze.
In my heart, lie piles of stale ashes,
left by the quenched love that still flashes.