Oblivion

The record straight, it is a shadow of gentle.
Serenity, a feeling of peace sweet.
I want to dwell there for a moment,
when the time is too heavy
relatively rotated life.

Spring here for sway
hips over the quilted jacket.
It's time to strip them being under,
Spring walk in the country.
There forgotten souls
restlessly begins,
to build a nest,
the tabernacle of the dream images of love.

I'm lost its
the spark that gets the spring
the troubled winds glowing coal
to light up. Where is the sense of
wonderful? I feel inside
only the echo is out of longing.