Never I fear what still remains
The days where dreams could
Draw some light or joy
Believe another expression of pure and heavenly.
But as life goes on wild
Landscape faded, gray, gloomy,
Still bring poetry alive
And it what this charm alone lends itself.
Was left where he drank some source
As much as you might not deserve,
But I know nothing of how one perceives.
A furious farce shaping up,
The verse that tried since when
The dream to dominate the old hedge ...