Image reflects on the blur glass
And confirms its existence
Despite the indiscernible face,
Truth is hidden behind the tallest walls
Encompassed with undamaged innocence and
Fragileness smooth as the finest, sumptuous lace.

Many seasons have passed
And gardens do not bloom and scent anymore,
Colours started to vanish rapidly
And irreversibility commenced to knock on one still existing door.

Face on the window saw its appearance
When the sun withdrew crumbs of inner mist that soul certainly will never be able to sale,
Eyes see what words cannot express
Familar, well known someone veiled with many nuances of that gentle pale...