Among the white stones,lumps-of earth,
to the roots-of trees,the seeds,
from abyss a whisper murmuring.
Stars shine from above,sealing like in a dream,footpaths,
embalmed leaves spinning-in circle,stories wipes hurry their tracks.
Sometimes we arrived at the place...sometimes,the memories,
they sneak through tears,like sweet and bitter cherries.
Gray clouds,the walls-thoughts,playful and puny,
they look-in night, how Desra weave,beautiful veils.
From deep-my heart a whisper broke my senses,
with hot tears and numb,I lit the white-in dreams... the candles.
