From Behind the Verge - Abstract Spirit

By shades merging with darkness

By breath touching in reality

In the past, they abandoned bodies

But still alive

Who was beloved will never set free

Behind the fragile verge, their eyes

Aspire to gaze in our souls

Through the blind facade

So look sorrow and gloom

Silent reproach wounds us

No one left in nowhere

They will respond from behind the verge

In the night, rain’s rustle

I hear their voices calling me

Soon the morning will wipe off their words

But the veil will be torn earlier

Not looking back, I’ll cross the verge

Where ones forgive without tears

Towards my face is turned

Where the world has no dimensions

So look sorrow and gloom

We will come back with visions and dreams

No one left in nowhere

We will respond from behind the verge