The search was absolute,
truth was not...

The nihil extract seeps into,
hungry roots of thoughts...

An empty indulgence,
tortures the deep imagination...

Come in the evening,
on the lake...

Offspring were preoccupied in their spiral career...
you feel sorry. You don't get the sleep...

It was the centre of inferno,
where we met...

We were absent from ourselves,
the stillness roared...

The crisis,
a distinctive nothing...

Till the end story
hope was not visible...

The symbols delivered the hunger
and desire cleaved the hearts...

In the ending, there was beginning of fear
of unknown...

You said you were grief,
the marbled tears will not flow...