Rock*
Who am I with you?
The stream of foggy highlands
Not knowing blocks and barriers
That never ends for you
Who I am with you?
The rock of magic shore
Which fights the waves below
And feeling so secure
The wind that cuts you through
Sharing its freshness entirely
The winter sunrise that would finally
Remind you what is true
But who am I without you?
The petty spot of Artist
Invisible martyr
With a blurry point of view.
6.11.23.