All the light that we feel
All the light that we feel
The sun-burnt day broke into my mind
It's the real gold of all times, a unique free piece.
You feel it's rays on a spectre-frost day.
To shave off your extra winter of all skins.
The deceivingly reliable clouds hover,
Veil the light whether day or night :a matter of time
The refresher of grown flowers, wild or cared.
The dictator of weather and winds
Thy play hide and seek, confuse fragile souls.