Seasons - Catafalque

I feel inside a thousand clouds

Slowly wander through my winter

Which separates me

From your meadows getting further

Unusualness has covered the sky

Your scent has taken captive my brain

The gallows has hung my soul

Time’s erased me… you remained…

Without you

Life won’t be green again

Worth to see again

The clouds will remain black

As I am hanging my own soul

The seasons will be your time

They will blow as your lifetime

My soul suffocated on the gallows of death

I bore loneliness

I heaved loneliness on my back again

As time was changing its seasons

I was buried for you