I know it deep down,

Hoarseness

As a reason for not to sing

Is untenable.

So, I pick up the pieces,

arise,

Raising my arms up high.

Everything turns into tears thrown into the gray sea

as sky.

Not a single tear belongs to me anymore.

I smile,

The ravines ripple

Trying to eliminate the sea.

Black for all time

Since when

floats like eternal daytime on the surface of heart.

 Just another death.

I hear myself

Angry to the point of insane

Silent

lamentation.

The sea has no walls.

I hear no echo.

Plunging,

Leaves float back to the branches.

Shadows of light lick me

An old wound located on the right side of my chest.

It's not what I want.

But I say to myself

enough.

Go on.

There’re still

One thousand and one avalanches

And one cicada.