Eternal Hope

Moods migrate with no frames,

priceless moments are landed.

I took them from the chest of time,

we're smoothing out brand new figures,

as candles...

We are accumulating

our personal chronicle

and we try to elevate it.

Playable mini Game of Thrones,

somewhere someone has to climb...

Through the golden ether we peer,

we want time to stop rambling.

But we run faster and faster,

we cannot outsmart him.

Eh, everything changes

only the water is the same lasting

and remembers everything...

By Dessy Tsvetkova

From: Bulgaria

Website: https://www.themusewithyou.blogspot.com