Suddenly I feel like to write something
Some words blooming from the heart
In the middle of the night so old
And silent so bold
Vague yet too stunning to be ignored
Like an ode of heaven that's chiming inside my head
So beautiful and intoxicating it sweeps me off the ground
High and higher to an avidya-land
Until suddenly it stops sounding
Completely, without traces
Like smoke in the wind
As if somebody just turn off the light
Haven’t got the chance to pour that felling into words
Yet time has expired
Not even a time machine could help
What left is lousy sleepless nights
Full of remorse and the dreams of yesterday
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