|Paths are separated from ways, too,|
Paths are planed from ways.
Path from ways
|Hi, my friend!|
Again my eyes wetted,
My heart trembles…
It is this better
My lost days
|Having lean my face to cry of loneliness,|
Trying to get information on reliable friend
For some reason,
|When night comes a moon takes a birth,|
Then it melts the dark, and flows.
And one pleasant day may be a gift at once,
To everybody, in the life’s beginning or at the end
|My life should be coddled, adorned,|
I have run away from small senses.
My soul did not get into earth,
And now I have gone begging to skies, too
On the dreams’wing
|I know end of everything|
Last hope runs out, too
|On the ways that|
I walked with misery,
My fate was spread grain by grain.
|I cannot endure to carefulness,|
I cannot walk more carefully
I cannot lay my thoughts, feelings
at white sheets more.
I have an inclination to go out to outside
|White rains will not rain,|
Curses will not affect me,
Applauses will flow on my face.
I have an inclination to go out.
You have turned and went
I have got warm with your breath,
My heart shivered with your voice.
We have been separated...