In an expanse where life is abundance of shimmering.
Sounding with comprehensive and endless notes.
I design the scenes of my inner creation.
Through a prism of patience and stellar enlightenment.
The moment of achieve grace and absolute.
It's termination of feeling of own thick blood.
Frustration from the earthly isolation and trivial.
Insight from the obscurity of my journey.
The sickness is born with life, changing endlessly.
It bound with a human with a passive shadow and mildew.
Leaving only a sketches of life and hope.
Slowly transforming into a blooming death.
