On the silence,
My heart is shouting loudly;

Perhaps a new inspiration is a new picture,
Of my existence;

I'm still desiring a new sword,
To make my Fate,

But I still need to know when,
Should I throw my golden seeds;

I won't create angels of plastic anymore;

The voice that surrounds my body,
Doesn't make any difference,
Between Beauty and Spirit;

The blood that makes my soul dancing,
Does not create a barrier,
Between the Gods and the Poets;

Just an illusion can get me a unique style,
To waste it among the herd,

But my eyes are still smiling,
For now I know,
That everyone is able to find their way;

And yet to see,
The changes across from them;

So now on,
The wisdom is singing among the flowers.