...and than she became older and left her friend in admiration studded with bitter tears sickening falls the colour taste for taste drowning in the nectar of clouds which pass the light blind and bleeding as the summer ever walks through winter's woods ...those tales... stay far from me I lie to myself... and still I wish I woke up again in the shining of help freedom and immortality I opened my hands and call for me... but any beauty has its thorns in the empty pictures of your life surrounded by radiance. in the dust of every little hope no one can see what happens in the end and you didn't want to see dry tears...
