Milky ways and scaring tortured asteroids scorched by the cold of icy comets smoothly soar with the pulse of universe…
People heavily and mechanically walk along town pavements and yellow grass of village hills in the large human ant house rarely raising their tired eyes at the cold sky covered with rainy grey clouds…
They sail past and vanish like dreams…
A delicate soul of youth will die sooner or later and some room will remain inside one’s chest to be filled with lifeless mist of a lack-luster look…
Your smooth fading thought will lower onto the evening sunsets remaining of joyless days and disappear for ever with the final beam of the agonizing dooming sun…
When we are young we are full of wonderful dreams and heavenly smiles…
When we get old we shall fill up with depressing incomprehension of reality…
A final look at the green bush of your hopes…
A final thought will flare up with a sensible fire of past youth…
And it will spread into the blue light of the universe….
