From an unknown book: "I picked you the same way as I pick flowers"
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ahead there is the way with no beginning
imagine also without any end
it goes through the hopes of human beings
it drops with sorrows with nothing to defend
but something always comes that has no reason
and fills the heart with pure airy joy
being around us though not everyone sees it
sunk in the own past: the future to avoid
a lucky precious chance that costs a million
a playing wind - the powerful wind of change
when i was lost in grey and lonely living
allowed me to get my sweet revenge
i saw a garden full of summer flowers
coloured by nature and seemingly devine
the one appeared unique and bright and shining
i was out of breath -
this flower was mine...