When feelings are not softened by routine,a leafy branch wanders by,bringing the forest to mind,where the hidden house lies.
When feelings are not softened by routine,a ray, a spark,a rainbow rope that I reach,to climb back up with swift and steady steps,so the deep darkness fades away.
When feelings are not softened by routine,when the motive remains,like a multicolored bubble that vanishes,like a rainbow that blinds you,its glow weakens, falls,then suddenly grows strong,before it disappears,it bursts for a moment like neverbefore...
When feelings are not softened by routine,a melancholic irony opens,wrapping a shiver,a pain gathers strength once more- it is reborn...
