A Winter Quest For Fantasy

At the end of the unknown eternal breath, singing voice echoed back at night.

Hide the mind that rob into the seasons, give punishment to the mystery of sleep.

At the end of the end I saw in my journey, monotone creation still goes on.

Life makes the preparation of denial. The independence of fate fills the gap.

The ritual of disgrace whirls.

Because of the harboring words make its way, I reread the past and continue the question.

An indication was frightened by the sound and undulation spreads.

Troubled days are the argument of single feet.

Put the well-considered fact on the flower, and then the pale sky gives the reason.

Unknown whereabouts I'll reach myself. Window pane shows the heartless glow.

Leave here for the fruitful time.

See the ocean moving ahead in days and a way to testify the present.

Weapons put the final silence in scars.

You learn, I forget, and lend you a lie after an apology.

The evanescence inside the sunlight too bright.

Anxiety at the tip and shadow's routine.

I gather the piece on a memory and draw. Hold the past in my hand and grieve.

Beauty of hope to all I know. Pressed by the subjectivity, then the answer repeats.

Falling leaves of life arrive at the future. Echo of a vocal solo gets caught in deep.

Set times to sorrow. Give bond gratis to discontent.

Objections are stepped on, they turn into a tiny scream.

Judgment of the main point to the imaginary world. A fountain of fantasy in the vast sky.

Put all regrets on a dump collar. I behave cheerfully in the lone quest, it's infinite.