An indefinite color
Spread itself around us as if it was destiny itself.
The flaming sphere is gone.
The everlasting process is tearing our thoughts
Into the smallest fragments of existence.
We will love once more,
Our tears will once more be warmed by love.
A long gaze into that grimness pulls the soul back into the past
where it was spoken only about the future.
Come away with me to that place
Where the grass grows above us and we walk across the sky…