Sitting on the top of the freezing blue-mountain,
Watching the large tumbling burnt orange,
Drinking a fresh cup of coffee,
Thrilling in front of the deep blue sea.
Opting displacement for the shortest begin
Thy shyness-love-devotion, “hopes and fears”,
Shivering through all new adventures,
Stable into “the unknown wild”.
She says, “nothing is pure!”,
She says, “nothing so wild! ”
Gets no reply, “love and faith”,
The honest has to pay the toughest,
Nothing is happening good!
Perhaps it’s our common nature.
Still waiting for a miracle to turn out.