The dawn was drinking river water
Falling down from bonehead hills
`t was washing out my soul disorder
Of thoughts, and pain, and silent wills…
Deeping down in meadow flowers,
Praying for a thunderstorm,
I was touching puffy clouds,
That were soft and rather warm…
Heard the thunder`s laughing growl,
Pity, haven`t caught the phrase…
I`m no more the stolen soul!
I`m at home. Day endless May`s.
There, in world of growling engines,
I willed just to get out the maze.
I did. I died without tensions.
Nevermind. Day endless May`s!
