is a book in the forest
that him search does not end at the sea,
And it is waiting for heavy rain
to return to the sea,
It is the sudden rains that kept him alive...
The branches that surround it
are growing
and rolling in it with rays of light,
But it is remained unchanged and him legs stopped moving...
For him, far from here, life is real
And this is imaginary
and is pleased with the dream,
considers himself a traveler,
With hope that has been disappointed...
The clouds have dragged him to this pit and is thirsty...
Can I not be a swamp?
The clouds have asked this for you
that the raindrops have traveled here,
Behind the curtain is another question!
But whatever happens is your chance
And there is no name for luck...
O seclusion sunk in the forest,
know that
Everyone who is alone in this world
will be alone forever,
So say long live ,life,
But you know;
Inspiration It is a chance for lonely people...

PS:
The third photo of the collection
"Light Side of the Earth"