hello steemias ...
Truth
The night is getting late
I stare in silence
Silent staring at the illusion of solitude
Myself as if left in the emptiness
The frozen soul is incarnated
Conscience always accompanies
I miss the warmth
I dream about beauty
When the curtain of turmoil began to unfold
Fatamorgana away from reality
Until unlocked luck
The essential meaning of peace
@riski99