Merry go around
Yeah it is so sorry it abounds
Wherever you look it is found
Brown horizons of dust behind
Same old cracking sound
Of them mourning crows
hovering around
be here and nowhere
At the same time
A song , a murmur or maybe
A whispering shooting star
On its way to its altar
Lovely sight ,
Eternal light
endless loveless hike
Showering wishes around
Sailing toward the sun
