Corroding in sinews,
blooming in soul...

It was only for a few moments
but they were infinite...

All in silver and grey,
in the dying bed...

Always seeking light
while sorely learning only...

They grieve their loved ones
to death then are the loudest...

Sky said to a tree:
How could I invite a protrusion like this...

Everything is for acting
I am an entertainer...

I emerge from you
every morning just to be...

You complete me so
because I am nothing and...

Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...

Beauty is the attribute of harmony and colours,
justness of the portions and equality...

The irony in the life’s enthusiasm
is the cocoon of caterpillars’ transmutation...