Fumbling like bees in garden.
with bashful little flowers.
A dream I see with open eye..
watching mountain in azurite clouds,
treading in brae, A dream I see with open eyes,
feeling around in snow
like white velvet trying to hide,
all the earth to make that blissful site,
why only a dream now for my life,
now I question it from my own soul,
the tempest came and had gone,
to wither simple flower of my life,
athwart rudderless deceived by so many,
in journey or only wasted,
I dig my own grave every time,
being wary all I became miserable or no one,
I don't know what but not fine,
is for meed or for unknown destination,
I rowed my boat in sea of fright,
and now on hell threshold waiting for perchance life.
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