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