Through one mere observation
Through the faintest of ideas
There comes a salvation.
The end of all things is recalled.
Like a reminiscence of lives passing by.
Like a diamond made world.
Do not hear my cry.
Do nor hear my envy.
Do not let me live by
this state unended.
I will disappear
as the sand in the air
as the glow in the sun
as a sigh in despair.
E.
Δεν υπάρχουν σχόλια:
Δημοσίευση σχολίου