Weight of the day slides away
slowly
leaving its smell,and bad taste
in my mouth.
I miss my own pastime
which slides behind me
bright and real
like a summer stream
into which I'd dive again
I flew too high
the fall was dreadful
and painful
left its marks on me.
I knew a fairy
she showed me her witch
claws,
she scratched me
And now? Wandering for those
blank abysses
I guess who am I
where I'm going to...