The golden loneliness of the day,
the soft breath of wind, the light arrows
shake dreams over the world.
Happy, the trees move the branches gracefully.
Whole leaves fall in their dance,
beautifully outlined, still alive, others - death,
crushed ruthless under steps of people.
Neither leaf similar to the other,
no soul as another…
“He-hei, invisible wars are waged,
there is an ending in everything!”,
I hear somebody crying, gathering my stray thoughts…
- It’s true! , some day
we become as quiet as before,
but if anything that was predestined
we have achieved,
it is not in vain that life was given to us!

The balm of hope over the trembling of thought, thrown away.