Hidden inside the glittering foil of pleasure
There exists a secret agony, a longing-
Like a lonely butterfly
It is flying around in autumn garden
Going from one tree to another.
It is flapping its wings
Against the red and orange leaves,
The leaves ready to fall
And disappear into darkness.
Above them up in the air –
Soft white clouds are losing their glory
To foggy and grey time of winter.
Somewhere far away-
Someone is waiting sleeplessly,
Inside the prison of time.
He still hopes to free the messenger dove
The free bird will across the empty dark void
To reach the heart of a new dawn.