With every step. Walking. Increasing the magic inside the heart. This endless look inside the person. Fulfilling and sensing his emptyness with your love. The chill on the skin from a little wing of thoughts. Power of the eyelash flapping, drops of tears on the cheeks, the touch of soft lips. Infinity. The stench of you and me in a period of time. Footsteps inside sandclock. Love dies. Love dies, because we try to settle ruthless rules, thank to which she must appear. I have no warm of yours in my hand anymore. Sad trees are budding on the burial ground. Invasion of dusty spring. The eye are enveloped by a veil, defocused apathy. The inevitability are shivering down your spine, Considering the steps of silence. I've died today, without waiting tomorrow.