title: the sound of the drums unconsciously followed the sound of the wind
The sound of the drums unconsciously followed the sound of the wind
While Zeus is rearing
His heart is in clamps,
The sea and the sky embrace each other
Two lovers. Is it full moon or something!
As if the full moon is in my heart...
Time seems to try to prove some thing,
Oh that time! The clock, the minute arm, the hour arm
And the same end again, the same beginning again.
The wind, please blow the heat away...Take it away from your body to the depths
Shouts found their way into paradise.
A marble face, a sea eye, a steel heart.
The face of the forest let her hair down
The morning’s sound echoed in the labyrinth.
The high tower’s staircases illuminated.
A pair of small fragile feet walked through the forest
The village had no lights yet,
The sound lies in the arms of the silence now...
The gray smoke coming out of the chimneys
She put her slippers made of strings
She said again. A song was heard, in the labyrinth.
Let my day be yours!!!
A moment from the times when there was neither shortage nor abundance.
When neither wishes nor lives mourned, when the purple and blue were not separate.
When there were no prisoners in the temples of your young kingdom.
A time like it.