Flowers of Soul
When I look at the sky at night or daylight.
You see, it makes my mind feel easy.
When I descend onto the ground – at once
the darkness crawls into my soul and it’s too cold.
Sometimes a lucid moment comes to me;
A flash of dawn ascends and ice of darkness melts,
the flowers faded in my soul returns to life,
their fragrance rises up within myself,
inebriated with a smell of nectar;
And I would say: pour it on them
or they will die too early.