A fair nature in bliss
Dwells in a fortunate land
Created by one’s own perception.
Terrors have sounded bad
Even in writing.
Reading a song full of longing
Eyes search for dreams to shut their lids
In relief and shelter from the painful reality.
The universal only accepts the personal
When nature is at bliss.
Creation is a joy
A way to continuity is above all a fair
Retrieve from the cave of time.
To shine, to live
To struggle and to rise
There are notions of success
Society is a writers ink
If words are his link to commonhood.
Timeless thoughts gather in the echo
The chamber of heart awakes forever.