|
In this garden time is creeping |
|
The odours so firm like a wall |
|
Caressing me, making me loosing my will |
|
Am I alone? How did I get here? |
|
It seems that a gate in my dreams let me pass |
|
What a picturesque place |
|
A confusing heap of sounds |
|
Almost like silence if you consume them entirely |
|
My sight is sharpened |
|
Garden of delight |
|
I never find an exit |
|
If beauty could kill I would have died a hundred deaths |
|
Colours of a splendidness that I never saw before |
|
Plants are highgrown and perfect |
|
But somewhere there has to be a poisonous one |
|
Beyond the surface, something is waiting just to overthrow me |