Wandering in search
Crossing the darkness
To the light
On narrow roads
Never alone, ever together
Of those moments,
Who were from the blurry,
Many had tried,
To know about,
Ever touching hands,
Made effort, so ever
Tried to collect,
In the closed fist, but
It slipped,
Like the sand,
In the end nothing left,
My hands were empty,
And the streets too silent
It used to tell the story of
Now my emptiness too,
Get offended from me,
Was asking, when will it be
Finished, this never
Ending, seek.
