Everyone asks: What is in the vague water whisper? What is in the heart of the leaf? What is in the game of that white cloud, on this quiet blue, that takes you to the depths of imagination?
What is in the silent backyard of pigeons?
not to the cloud, to the water, not to the leaves, to this quiet blue, not to this silent backyard, not to this burning fire that slipped into the cup, I dont think of this sentence. Mountain, Talking the challenges with the morning, the end of the existence in the wheat, I hear the color and freshness of the flower, all, I see, I dont think about this sentence! I think of you. Youre alone! Come on with me, stay with me alone!
The moonlight in the dark of nights. I sacrifice you instead of all the flowers. Tell you Tell you the answer! Read the Tale of the Cloud of the air! Stay with me, stay alone! You are in the heart of Sagar You boil! I am a breath of my sip, Drink the last sip of this empty cup!
