Ikuinen kaamos

The pale shadows flickered on the wall Offering a refuge from The dismal glance The man sat at a table with his hands Crossed And muttered a blessing in a drunken Stupor The somber room reeked of...

An old man stares through the window pane The cold wind is Swaying the long grass The man sits on a chair resting his Weary legs Weakness reflects from his withered skin He is praying for strength and...