Nobody knows the attitude of clock's
thorn, the world dances in its
finger tips, color of sky
changes in every
moment, it's
hard to
guess the attitude of day and night !
in the isolated box of memory,
some untouched affinity
exists with familiar
fragrance,
your
breath often touches my persona with
a rare perception which remains
in the depth of heart alike
the precious gem of
immortal soul
eternally
bright.
finger tips, color of sky
changes in every
moment, it's
hard to
guess the attitude of day and night !
in the isolated box of memory,
some untouched affinity
exists with familiar
fragrance,
your
breath often touches my persona with
a rare perception which remains
in the depth of heart alike
the precious gem of
immortal soul
eternally
bright.
