Seasons Of Life

At first it was a breeze That crazy lightning bolt struck last night burst doors from frames so that hearts forgot sorrow Without knowing that love, loyalty and humanity became the Bermuda Triangle .... At first, it was a small tear that crazy summer storm the huts of trust were destroyed the lanterns of sight were extinguished So from which direction? will light return to the souls ancient city Its columns broken long ago .... If there's nothing left to say, after the poet said 'don't blame who wants to be drunk' then why pass by here and you see death raising it is head from the window of the top floor of Knowledge leaves the travellers one by one To kiss his head . It was dark blue, like the colour of the sky at evening that friend who who didn't want to wear this season's shirts He left naked and the bag of his age was carried on his shoulder .... In the beginning was the light of a lamp, this angry thunder! Burning dry and wet GRASS OF generosity together Brook of knowledge has been polluted So what is the origin of this dark ruin and time is wrong its calendars are strange to your memory While Narcissus has a short lifespan It is in a vase in front of a mirror In the bedroom looking at itself without seeing anything!