Will you come for me, in a time that may never exist?
To give is like a star from Heaven to someone that is poor! Smell of a blessing that may come someday, for those that are without any breath! The wind blows in pain of the heart! Give them the Sky that never will leave, or abandon them in a hard day of prayers! The blue gift in a hand, sound of angels! Speak the green words in a lonely mouth! Rustling the white blue lips of glitter soul! Passion of an embrace in time,- where is the melody that may not come? No one knows the time when I will be gone, like a shadow of a smiling face I'll disappear!
- A. A. Popovici,