Dust particles of th eempty words like left wings of the unvisible birds flowers the storm of the words'n'feelings h's like wind frail and brittle stalks-it's time to pass and die lightnings of feelings the silence of the warm evening stars threw on the heaven like the seeds of flowers of hate'n'love The rains streaming along the edge of the counter flowing down the shoulders and face cold blows of whip the whisper of silent drops windows, panes of flashes'n'brilliance the darkened by the grey fog of the gloom Liberation'n'freedom empty cages out of pigeons we were floated by the ocean with the eternal prophecy in the hand The poetry of the streets drowned in the rain the green of the trees and the black of the night contrast of hope and hidden sad floods of tears cold and soulless Lost flowers covered by the dust of oblivion mercy hidden under the veil of the old splendour the past immortal monument of hate'n'love of passion'n'desire Someone said to the mirror when you're alone in your world it will be the end of your dreams it will stay just the sad the green of hope the next blessin' left on the stainy table
