leave the most  important for later
let them think you forgot
sometimes the sun rises late
let them blame the clouds

no wound is completely closses
trace remains
no trace is completely lost
place remains
no place entirely yours
space remains
no space is not meaningless
sometimes searches

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only  /  smile  /  you   /  now
see    /   sky     /  says  / songs
my    /  heart   /  happy/ feeling
words/ like     / sometimes/ life

songs are brings
a yellow autumn

and cold beings
after the scorching heat
variables is effective for on our body

love the heart relaxes
breakups destroyes us
souls are deeply affected

souls and bodies are in the war field

a comma-while big changes are happening
in your world you without feeling
silently,disappear into the shadows
changing the scene,you wouldn't understand

which is hidden behind the curtain
you want to see
who knows
don't ask never
nobody knows

life is trial and error

need to be in different places
for other lifes understand
narrow and dark

a handful of the sky
it is sufficient for happiness  sometimes
unfortunately,most people won't notice

always annoying
silence of the wolves
uncertain the proximity of the danger
it always made people nervous

suspicious waves
at least as much as you
shore and I expect
until the storm breaks

who knows behind
maybe there is death

even though terrible voice a crow  the only your visitor
never underestimate
join the conversation
as much as possible

I know difficult questions
and quiet expectations
already hopeless departures always
then I wholeheartedly I melts

you think it is easy but
the deepest trace of every goodbye
bitter sighs

something saying
silence
see the sky
stars
streets seen
sympathies stiff

water's face
like a mirror
waves are spoilsport

sky
like a sea
clouds are spoilsport

love
like a sweet dream
nightmares are spoilsport

questions
like a real
answers are spoilsport

many winds have passed through here
you seen ruins
springs stretched
arrows chose target
you know death

if there is any left, you will be happy

must have stamp
on your letter
and after the fall
passing into anyone's hands

every day a stamp hits to the night
the account opens in the dark

maybe you can't afford it
debts compresses on one hand
based on your throat

sometimes is stamp is not deleted
incisee on the surface

every song was a deep mirror
which shadow is at your back
a whistle was our memories
yet winds were not came at our garden
stand only stand

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where does it end
the end of this path
don't ask anyone

numbered steps
do not stop  through

and still they wait
rain down
arid lands

clouds so far away
it is not important
while there are hearts and hopes

and still waiting on the shore
the sailors on a stormy night at sea
lovers on the shore


maybe they will never come back
depens what
love will not die

they being dragged along in the arms of a flood
for help those who jeopardize  own life
they extended a bough into the flood

even they don't succeed
made it his mission
because they were still a human

tonight...
maybe a light comes...
you...
never afraid...
I am nearly...

stagnant rivers brought
you were always going fast
you did not expect
that is why you did not see

the story is just that

water
flows to you
if  I was trash
drifting
when an obstacle
you pick me

sunset comes
sadness silently
captured birds
flutters in networks
hopelessly

circulates stories
on empty streets
uncertain hero
last words
said depressed

each file
sneak closes
deep pains
in the cellar of the heart

come on strange to my world
need to change
for obsolence anythings
do not stay only in my clothes
you must throw needless
I could not do it

go
something else
from own
to far away

dreams come true
suddenly

suddenly the landcapes changes
you look at the cilffs /after a certain point

colors suddenly deteriorates
you will stay with pales /after a time

all of a sudden there is pain
you must bear it/ after that

suddenly smile even when you sad
this will surprised for they/ after from learning the truth

say nothing to winds
gets to far

you don't fall in to waves
gets to far

don't believe the lies
gets to far

ignore challenges
stay here

are being turned into a tale
dreams and facts
drifting fate
income repeatedly floods

they break your upright posture
tough to kick a traitor
life is a steep hill
I would like to look as the crow flies

the last ships takes
whilst your inside a white bird
no ,they can't know
what for you Sunrise

mossy of your coast
your sea is polluted without me
nothing without a reason not to be

surely you have to believe

Darkness started.
What we see is suspicious.
****** is committed.
Who is suspicious.
Questions are multiply.
Answers are suspicious
Steps set off.
Finish is suspicious.
Hunter ready.
Hunt is suspicious.

The world spins.
Stance is suspicious.

a dry  leaf dragging wind
if it even bring to your  feet

I will stand upright in front of your eyes

for sale or rent
what
everything
realy
this is system

life supersedes

not timeless storms
what you have collected so far

an arrow seeks its the target
you were target this time

you have a target
as much as someone else's target
be a target

your serial killer eyes
how many perfect  execution are there
the medals are obvious
killing countless
the target is in the middle

lifes like a cheap dress
does not fit us
tell me the last resort
replant or stand naked

get next to the last picture you drew
tell me your colors
no black and white
tell me your choice
not finished yet
tell me why

even if I do not understand from the picture
nice to hear your voice
tell in a whisper

I want to know the music you know
I do not want to listen
you tell me

feelings reflect in your eyes
enough for me,tell me your inside
let me know you
tell about your life

tell about your places at lenght
let me know your wheather,your water and your soil
let me see your view
let me go to your roots
tell deep

I want to ask a lot
you tell,I will listen
I have no job but you
tell me about you
not enough, tell me other than you

shortly, sweetheart
tell me everything

the sound of drop
are pleasant to listen to
the mountains without echo are empty
my soul is inoxicated without you
a well is meaningless without water
a flower is unworthy without smell
a road is desolate without passenger

lifes without terms are chaos

like a cold shower
a tremor
like a looks blue
a deep far
it's like swinging on a swing
a breeze
like a prayer
a privacy
a smell like flower
a different
like a deep sleep
an intensive
as asks as a question
a dear

have you had no
live for you -that-

and then we will shut up
lonely road ,such as
up to the mountains without eco
like the desert withohut the sound of foot

eyes looks like it doesn't know why

that is weird

you can't pay compensation to the past
receivables remains always to tomorrow
unil our win today live

at the end of the account stays in the middle

scene varies
each cue for a moment
you don't even notice the decor
as the game progresses
somebody watches the glamorous costumes
the other finds himself in a tirade
some are affected by conflicts
very people loves improvisation too

the curtain opens to a new world
the curtain closes on for a different tomorrow

look longignly  wiith your dusty eyes
when a cat passes by the street
the drunken wind sweeps leaves
everything goes towards the end

the end
a few questions
when is going the sun own country
where are going shadows silently
what is tirival
who decides
where is the the end

who are you talking about
like someone I never knew
she is the hero of my story
it is obvious that you haven't read the book

What is the key for you?
they want answer
while they are not a door