Tuesday, September 7, 2010


forgotten lurks behind
a tear
somewhere, where ,lost may find themselves
the eyes
above the head,
a lonley candle

in silence witneses
the life

it seems to be the same
old jurney
unspoken truth or hidden
who cares if there is
no glory
as long the story
never dies

the breze of end, a blow

and candle fades
into the past
untold another story
is waiting
forgotten just behind
the pass

behind themselves
there is a hidden story
when blows are ment to be for all the same
there is no need for eyes
to drop a tear
when life is lied
for candle's glory/