Tremble touched by the nature`s autumnal white-frost –
wild wasteness by latent energies…
seed sprung into thinking origin –
a clay`s illusion through passionate moments.
It`s the thought
a light faster
or unreliable fire –
through which it`s shown
life in tongue of pendulum clock,
and also of tree`s-tree,
the eternity fill out
and the m a n
the sensitive one –
into the Human Being.