I don’t feel sorry for anything.
Bare feet walking through
The pieces of broken glass,
In challenge of Fate,
In no regret of what’s done yesterday…
Not feeling pain
In the heart , stuffed with the odds of the glass…
Each carrying one’s own burden,
Despite of its heaviness…
I won’t say a word.
Keep silence…
Is it for better ?
False words don’t say anything…
Not this time . Not anymore.
Ears would listen to more true words,
To more true promises,-
Not to the dumbness…
The TIME is my Saviour,-
Sweep all the footprints
We leave in the sand…
Taking the midway
Of questions and answers?
If there is no other way,-
I choose the FORGIVENESS :
Forgiveness to me…
Forgiveness to you…

/Domātājs/