rahatsariev

Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again. Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping. And the vision that was planted in my brain, Still remains, Within the sound of silence. In restless dreams I walked alone, Narrow streets of cobblestone, Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp, When my eyes were dead by the flash of air.