Indifference

I have in my soul still your indifference that it hurts in the escape from oblivion. On a day like today and only the silent witness My blood burns again for her and her love with me. I was a beggar with his words sow love in other souls. The tree that was our friend is still there as a witness. And the little birds that nest will never see my love with you. Quietly as the endless sky rid my dream of this lethargy and the depth of my sleep quench dreams, very bitter ...