An old owl or a swallow in flight think of the stars to be round eyes.
The stars are neither theirs nor a wizard's.
I am an old owl spellbound by nights.
I am a young swallow with love in my...
You call me moon flower.
Yes, sir, the moon appears in my soul's shower.
There is a clock on a big tower.
It counts my steps with its power.
Yes, sir, the moon is the stars' follower.
Minutes dance me,you and someone else.
A red dress made of silk leaves a colourless shade.
Precious pearls are nothing as winds have no necks.
A yellow dress made of satin melts on a shadow's ...
STEP ON THESE PAPER PAGES!
My memories! Step on these paper pages!
Your nests are in my brain's cells.
Life may invent a saga.
However it's a saga itself.
My ages! Step on these paper pages!