ShashaRara

A mashroom is an umbrella for a fairy
Flied above a white cloud
The breeze kissed the fresh face of grass
To the endless green mountain
We sing songs for love
An old character play in an icy stage
Fire dances on the truth
A clock goes rebellious on Dali's painting and he didn't turn his head back
We say hello to the Beatles in a day between Sunday and Monday
The globe find the shadows of the dialogue between sun and moon
We sit under an Asian tree
Read an European poem
Not a house we live but imagination
Not a freedom we get but philosophy
We don't know we know we don't know
How the world works
Those unimportant things are always paid attention
We try to discover and explore
For plaing the of languages
We see the beauty but still try to define what's wrong
inside and outside
Not the rain dries us but forgiveness
To see further and purer
things, that not yet are understood
Will well will and well now