a pond portrays mirage.
which mirrors deep sp*ce – deep sp*ce
i dive again into pleasures
by taking myself to the pond
i preceive the place where i lost my love
now, only grey woods are standing in the frost
i touch it i feel it my faded love
i’m somewhere here, but i can’t behold!
brooks streams and sombre liquid lies in vague pond
lamenting sounds from cathedral we hear… or do we?