قصيدة Journey
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me—I am so tired, so tired ,Of passing pleasant places! All my life
Ah, could I lay me down in this long grass And close my eyes, and let the quiet wind Blow over me—I am so tired, so tired ,Of passing pleasant places! All my life
As far as I am concerned .We are driving into oblivion ,On either side there is nothing And beyond your driving .Shaft of light it is black