Mournful Suite Of Dreams

Bloody landscape of our existance paints

The life somehow or other

The leaves clothed with the silence of

Eternal peace arrange a path which

Leads to nowhere

The mirror reflexes a shape, it talks about dreams

I step into this unknown world as endlessly flowing river

I walk on the sharp stones and follow

The way of life

I reach for the door to my conscience

In rain

Open your thoughts like a bird with its

Wings spreaded out

Plunge into your time to find the

Essence of it