In me there was a life
As if wood, trees of feelings
Emotions

It was dense, fresh, pure
The sun heated it, shined
Has burnt down

I have not forgotten it, I remember
I remember, how loved this wood
As breathed

Everything that was in this wood
Slowly dies, does not breathe
All weight of grief has broken trees

Feelings, disappear
Listening to dying voices
I leave together with them
In emptiness, in darkness
In silence