16 September 2012
A pure green meadow,
No blooms in the trees,
No colours, no shine,
Not even honeybees,
Silence surrounds us,
No scent in the breeze,
No warmth in the sunrays,
Not a wave on the seas...
I rest against your chest,
Hearing a song without birds,
Knowing my feelings
Are now without words.
Blank • Opuss № I