Ancient stone could be
The silent screen where God lies motionless
Waiting for foreigner
Time...slowly fading away
And the light...consuming end of the day
Coming night...falling sun
Tired eyes...losing tracks on the way
Delicate and far
The pure river's flowing there
on the peaks of time
Too realities collide
Look (at) the mistakes of all mankind..
and know
"What is yours here you'll find
In uncontaminated roots of you life
Whisper confined"
Time...slowly fading away
And the light...consuming end of the day
Coming night...falling sun
Tired eyes...losing tracks on the way
Scavenger of pain
Is guiding you on the stairs of soul
Ready now to tell
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