My word…
It's like a shadow
Of impression; like clouds, like the wind
That finds red-painted leaf and swirls it.
My eyes…
I'm watching moments…
but all that I can see is just the link between two worlds: my life and land of spirits.
My feelings… In my soul I have deep knowledge: I can fly
But mind is cold, It tells me:
"So, You will die If only you decide jump to the sky"…
Thus now I'm on the edge
of rock, I look at sunset, sea…
So...
Have I dreamed?
What did I feel?
With whom I've talked?
And who am I?
What's really mean this
ME?
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