I seem to remember my friends
Much pain, nowhere not to find
As if we are lost to be not aware
Not even here, and alone further
To be certain extent … wandering
And I feel them ... is it me, myself
Like in an empty feeling of beauty
Alone, so much fear and strangely
Missed seven and the sixth in time
Suddenly feels like I am wandering
In Winter Hell feels, one of two Pink
Flower tears, White lion's mane soft
Wait … in the lake off a clou warmth
Orange fire seems in a draft cold ice
Like longing, tears … Red fur Cheeks
Maybe a Purple … but painfully White