The propulsive crater,
A broken ground..
A Tsunami..
They're beaten, shattered..
A crusade lost..
An enigmatic vista,
Snow cladded peaks,
And cold hearts..
A hot scorchy noon..
And a heated soul..
Caressing the roar of the sea,
Cold blue thrashes the gorges..
The escapes narrower..
I find nostalgia..
I find Resistance..
