It's gliding down the burning sky Coal burns to ash, with wind it flies And all that was is burning down The sweetest dyes have turned all brown It's gliding down the burning sky It's gliding under the melting moon As soft as peach, as fresh as bloom All things of past are smoky husk The blazing stars await the dusk It's gliding under the melting moon (More in caption) Aesthetic Thoughts! ♥️ It's gliding down the burning sky Coal burns to ash, with wind it flies And all that was is burning down The sweetest dyes have turned all brown It's gliding down the burning sky
