I paid homage to Beauty’s altar
Not conscious that is only skating-rink or…
“Down hill ecstasy.”
And still ignorant: how is possible,
Than good God leaving us at pray of Beauty,
Which paralyze those, who sacrifice own fate.
And I fell astonishment and grief
That life is a line of renunciation
Steady expose on suffering our tender senses.
Finally punish that way: showing others suffering
Whereas ours are just sentimental tears…
Where is the Beauty
Which affect and same time sublimate ones?
Where is the place for
What fill our self
And leave deep inside emptiness …
Who’s going to judge this?