Aug 30, 2017


And roll the sea, melons and all feelings
They're vanishing with shoring waves
Immaterial flow of hopes and distrust
Only in the darkest nights can we see stars
Only in the sadest times can we feel paths

And stroll the forest, pines and all dreamings
They're cascading with various heights
Illusory copies of greatness and pride
Only in the clearest sky can we guess milky way
Only in the slowest pace can we find ourselves