Live Turn Part 2

But my cried was only at silence side
My tears has making at me the ride
Thoughts was closed by windowed rime
Has they combine only at some doze time

At doze they conversion into three roads,
Stone be lacking, but name’s make discern it,
I was alone ‘n nearly no one passing, only gods,
In my head only wind, half a word blowing it.

To know what was told the eddy wind, why so strange it was
Awake again in silence side, and at still windowed froze
Probably early making step on the road, which is way wind cried has
Quite possible, quilt not of me, or may be just boyhood upward be must

For sure want to be upward, would like forgive all mistakes
And the “door” into fondly puerility, so want sometimes make it close
But key of it has been middle age was trusted not to no purpose
Or anyhow every fifth- kid, become adult like hundred times

But if every kid become adult so early in childhood,
Regent was be serenity, for sure be strange time
Then adults never again, looks tired out, maybe are
And fathers forgot to bestow upon to some

But everything beginning, and not a expulsion here and “The End”...