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