It's now time for me to empty my soul,
roll into the abundance of silences,
to hear my voice.
I'm a timeless enchantress,
with many faces,
hungry and deceitful...
Sad like monsoon sky,
weepy like pouring rain,
aimless like rolling clouds,
They are gypsies,
colorful, bright and tough
like the blossoms in the desert.
What does a season really mean?
Changing of a summer into a winter
or a winter into a spring?