Life

Life is an illusion
Made of flowers and perfumes
Life is an illusion
Made of very small things
Leading us to unknown shores
Into an uncertain future

Life is an illusion
Made of thorns and poisons
Life is an illusion
Made of very small things
Blowing our hopes and desires away
Into an uncertain future

There is the silver rain falling down on the cobblestones
The dazzling colors of an autumn garden

There is a pearl of dew shimmering with a thousand reflections
The flapping of a butterfly's wings

There is the teasing wind painting up misty figures in the sky
The final dance of the reddish-brown leaves

There is the ghostly light of the moon on the stony walls
The endless promises of the horizon

There is the roaring thunder of the unsatisfied anger
The toxic verses of an indecent poet

There is a ghost walking on the ledge of the blighted hopes bridge
The silence of a baby, a mother’s cries

There is the teasing wind painting up misty figures in the sky
The final dance of the reddish-brown leaves

There is the ghostly light of the moon on the stony walls
The endless promises of the horizon

Do we sail on the stream of our destiny
Does it mean no merit no guilt

There is the roaring thunder of the unsatisfied anger
The toxic verses of an indecent poet/poem

There is a ghost walking on the ledge of the blighted hopes bridge
The silence of a baby, a mother’s cries

There is the teasing wind painting (up) misty figures in the sky
The final dance of the reddish-brown leaves

There is the ghostly light of the moon on the stony walls
The endless promises of the horizon

Life is an illusion
Made of flowers and perfumes
Life is an illusion

There is the silver rain falling down on the cobblestones
The dazzling colors of an autumn garden
There is a pearl of dew shimmering with a thousand reflections
There is you...
Perhaps