Cold winds rattled
The white mist removes the sun
Upright crops piercing image
Sculpture mountain breaks the sky
Covered with emerald-eyed clouds
High....sharp....
Since time has not moved
That's where the heart beats
Silence is quiet not rippling
An illusion mirror over the lake
Cornering a tree that waves colors
In the crevices of the feet tracing his works
Where am l?
Where the soul does not remember home
When life is perfect
What a beautiful carpet
Unleash charm above the horizon
Endless in his old view
Feeling adventure in the land of No Natural Land.
*ardian
