When it will come...
my moment, I won't resist, I won't retreat
When It will strike...
the sigh, the last one.
No more pleasure, no more pain.
It will come, the vision I saw near the lake
full moon rise, waves of sea on silver sands
was it a vision of what will come..?!
At lovely Juddime, Paradise approached me,
So Close, So Divine
Pines fragrant at dawn
a mist at the sheds
scouts jogging
for the upcoming tomorrow..
Melodies and chants.
At night a taste of tea, boiling on a wooden stove...
when it will..!!


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