Past and future merge
and today is tomorrow, and tomorrow ... it passed away.
Time in illusion shrinks.
Endless is the Eternal Bulletin.
The stars sing a symphony of truth
and not the month, gathers it in itself.
Let's ask to lose meaning,
when in the dark, the light does not appear.
The moon? The moon is a duplicate
and the white and the black gathered
gray is when it's a faceless
and yet, it looks more white ...
And shadows - physical deception
only in light can be seen,
but if the density is not there
they too will not flow.
Goodbye and Kisses ...
