These mortal brooks along the sidewalks.
They're flowing quietly to nowhere.
You know the secrets, then unlock
Your hidden fears rush in the air.
The gold on black - it's fancy pattern,
Deceiver never shows his lie.
Sometimes all hopes and dreams are scattered,
But we believe we are not blind.
Inhale and heal yourself with amber.
One moment died, another's born.
Inhale warmth and sense September,
Wherever you may ever roam.
Regret is only inner feeling.
There's no upset outside of us.
Your wounded soul seeks for healing.
Come down and leave behind your fuss.
The gold on turquoise is so real,
Red leaves are waving from the tree.
Don't let somebody ever steal
Your cherished dream, your amber dream!
19/09/15