24 April 2012
At this time there's a fury
revolving of love,
like embracing lovers
after pain, distance.
By a station night
somewhere out of town.
After that there's no
rain on the skies.
We are the colour
that will bring the future,
these days are the essence
ripped from our own clarity.
Remaining only those who
may desist, in between
battles of pure love.
For me and you. For me.
And you.
Opuss № I