It is so loud
Much more than city`s noise
Like sky is shot
Cold movin` voice
Of ever wind
It blows trough dream-
My perfect guide
Oh, my Good Piligrim,
This loneliness
Is sacred gift
Or fairy bless…
I`m only here
And orange clouds
In bloom above my bed
The morning comes
I know again-
It`s not so bad…
Everyday miracle
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