Thinking you my days and nights
Flied fast in the past,
Now my moments are in love
With trees, stars and skies vast.

Now my pigeon of happiness flies
Against tempest fast,
Grief moves anti-clockwise and
Dies in sea at last.

At eve, fairytale starts in my bird's nest
Between owl and skylark,
South wind performs fabulous ballet
Hence it bears restless gemini-mark.

Now my melancholy glows like diamond
Green emerald-trees radiate sprout,
This heart dares to live in the arid desert
It's funny to burn that in mild drought.