My life is a sad grimace
My life is a wounded antique
my life is a whole walk and roll
through the streets very sad and sighing
that's why as the dry leaves
it is my soul of wandering pilgrim
my life that was just a flowery rosebush
today it is just an immortal poem
I loved light eyes of very rare spells
I loved some eyes full of sweet rapture
but in your calm waters my fantasy sprouted
Seeing them so calm, I felt they loved me
my student verses was lyrical walking
in beautiful hours full of stars
just twenty years and never a disappointment
how clear and serene the skies of my yesterday
that's why as the dry leaves
it is my soul of wandering pilgrim
my life that was just a flowery rosebush
today it is just an immortal poem
I loved light eyes of very rare spells
I loved some eyes full of sweet rapture
but in your calm waters my fantasy sprouted
Seeing them so calm, I felt they loved me
my student verses was lyrical walking
in beautiful hours full of stars
just twenty years and never a disappointment
how clear and serene the skies of my yesterday
Only among all we can make this a better place :)