I am outside the range
and very well
nobody will reach me
unless I am willing
She is falling softly on the floor with thin muslin
Taken down nervously from shoulders.
As will o' the wisps on swamps
Hands turning white with glow of the moon
this dream is beginning in the street when at night
carefully I am looking at the more and more dark sky
and suddenly I see creatures some strange are flying
degenerated though similar to reptile-birds
still sleep and dream,
before the first ray will wake you up.
let weakness and sadness leave you
You are searching from the morning
for the oasis. It is only a mirage.
Don't delude yourself.
You didn't want to listen
depth of your eyes
attract me as the magnet
and I am drowning
here is many door. and you always
hit into my most. often when there is no me.
you are stopping. and you are entering.
in order after oneself to leave something.
she dissolved golden rays
of long spikes of the wheat hair
and with the eye being on fire
tumbled down into his reflecting shoulders
and there no pain...only the...BRIGHTNES
dying quietly in the morning
love isn't asking, when it is taking into the captivity.
love doesn't ask but it is forcing his way by force
then you have trouble when to sleep you cannot
you aren't sleeping after nights and you are mixing