The Aquarell
Canonis
Bee, kissing rose Cool honey of love Recent tired arguement Stayed alone with itself Motion, filled by noise Where is silence? Ocean of my fillings on the paper I must feel the water - be my hand Red leaves of autumn nights Warm rays of moon lights Recent tired arguement Stayed alone with itself Blue forest carries cool Road is near Stop for quench the thirst i can't Something disapear - that is why