believe me

iam still the scarecrow in the garden of melancholy

 you are a life time traveller

&

iam drowned in stillness

it's so hard to know that i dont wanna stay here

the heat of unripe fruits put fire in my soul

fate has taken you away

i know my destiny

you know

that the lives of the garden & the gardener depend on my soul

the crow that you know

has come to take my eyes away

took the buttons of your dress & committed to the memory of the road

these complaints

won't be the ointment for my loneliness anymore

you should know that there are lots of fragile dreams in my mind

 that's the way of life...

sometimes simple

sometimes tough

...