In the thicket of roses
In the thicket of roses

In the thicket of wild roses I heard a voice,
which was coming from the other world and places
that are inaccessible to us though familiar.
I heard his weeping and pleas for help.
I couldn’t help because I was too much aside.
And though I knew that it was enough just to reach out a hand,
I had no energy, because I chose impotence and ignorance.
Can I listen though the sound doesn’t reach me
and see when the images blur in my mind?
I’m like a blind man and like a hazy desire.
But I know that some time I will manage to overcome my weakness
and I will say hello to my new happiness 🙂