Undying you speak tall. I will resume to watch the soul outside yourself. And I will receive the body of dried river.
Observing your shriveled hands, I dig again theβ bed of stones. Glass eyes appear beautiful in dying sun. There were no spaces left between the clouds.
I had always admired your stoic glance, repeating the verdict word by word. The persona stepping down, pure as snow. There was no rain.
A dewdrop reflects the sky, and the train was ready to leave for the last stop. Then the journey will start for blue darkness of naked swans.