Twinkling fitfully the light’s
Going down
And it sullenly lights
The fanciful forms around
Icy freezing landscapes
Are where duration
Of time slows down its pace
Turning into aeon
Once alone being face to face, with the endlessness
How much will you appraise existence?
And In my eyes
Dozens of the electrical suns
Will break out, and bespeaking a new era beginning
The new era of irreversible changing
Of a devastating chain reaction
The creation, which purpose is an inanition
"Who are we on this Earth?" -
We’re flying souls over the abyss of years
With gloomy silence of the stars that are dead
Like bloody rivers, we're flowing ahead
Like autumn winds with drops of rain are spread
And winds are falling, slopping
On grave-stones of destiny
An epitaph Inscribing
Of a pointless fighting
A borderless ocean of
Delusive dreams and hope
Illusion of selection
Road intersection
Leads to a gaping
Inspite of everything
Do you think that
You are a god?
You’re a god of blankness
Whose anthem is muteness
In the dark
Of the moon
Flowers break into bloom
Of grief
Pieces of memory
Do not reflect the stars
That were giving light
To each stride
All our hopes are dead
Your temple was burnt in its prime
Dying is sunset
Of the last day-time
