Another day I wake up for no reason
Remembering the memories of the lost paradise
I don't know if they were real or not?
But I am left in the past world

The wind passes through the moments, endlessly
And the sound of the whistle is played in my ears
Next to the dark and muddy blue That is talking to me too

Every time I don't hear an answer and I get upset
My soul is rolling and time is passing
My steps are unsteady
With an image of an endless soul

I am anxious and he is calm
Next to the noise of flight
And the boats that are stranded
In the path of the trees

History is passing
And the gravity that swallows me
My footprints remain
In the context of this image
I am also part of the history here...

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

This photo is a search that the human mind is always looking for
lost paradise
A place to rest the soul
With a deep and endless root...
I hope it is attainable for all people