This autumn slowly goes
like a river who doesn't know where to go
and looking for the sea
My life goes like
rain on the tree of the cherry
without delay
follows the valley
But I confess
I want also now
that the horizon was known like a face of my smiling
mother
that the lullaby sings quietly for me
that I feel that I need trust more, weak like a vase
transparent like the mind
looking for some love
wherever it exists
And goes on the blue sky
and has leaded me to the unknown
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But I confess
I want also now
that the horizon was known like a face of my smiling
mother
that the lullaby sings quietly for me
that I feel that I need trust more, weak like a vase
transparent like the mind
looking for some love
wherever it exists