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.