Night falls on my angles of miss,
Days burning just trying escape,
While asking the spring for the bliss,
While drawing the hope into shape.
The flowers turn round to the life
The Stars are dancing with Moon.
Whilst time through squares just flies
Still nothing to bring to the tune.
I am seeking my own on the bridge
Which drives to the Sun, far away.
While running to catch on the ridge
All senses that kneel me on pray.