The God, the biggest misteries of all.
To wonder always what is that " Eternal"?
When every day I live to die so slow.
I spin my cycles to at least remember or to know:
Is there any purpose for all this at all?
And then you tricky hidden genius of mine
You whisper laughing back at me: a NO!
And so I feel again the life that blooms inside my soul
And humble ask for one more second please...
To be your gardener...