The beauty of fleeting

Who would cut a little piece of heaven unhappy.
Would give a gentle touch of a homeless person.
Beauty so fleeting, futile dream
wisdom, good luck, you are looking to foreign countries.
Soon, sleet, rain again, it is a moment of darkness
within me off to hide.
I like my ass viper-off again,
vain dreams carry within me, I give a smile to your desolate.
Twilight elephant in the room to me, as long as the
White is back in March.
The sky is all open-plan, as well as large, between
is a high wall that separates us from repeating.
We have to leave out of here sometimes,
placed in the hands of these in parallel on the rest.