The lost recalled from the sticky rain

Pitch black cat wandering in pitch black

Nature the harbor, the only home, mercifully hugging fatal whispers in everyday breath.
March into it, into the sheltering mounts, into its rain and fog, chasing after the phantoms of
the lost.

Nature the harbor, the only home, mercifully hugging fatal whispers in everyday breath.
March into it, into the sheltering mounts, into its rain and fog, chasing after the phantoms of
the lost.

Time for the missed farewell.