“Floor in the Desert”

In the field of flowers, and in the desert at night,
Sleep under the stars at a time of magical, quiet.
And in dreams they see the world untouched,
Where the rain is untouchable.

It’s not just rain, it’s real evil.
The water lies like a fate without boundaries.
And the flowers in them, the words in the crucifixion of faith,
Take the left as a liter of life.

They wake up again.
Under the sun a flower garden flourishes.
The night is a bit difficult.
In the morning, the flowers flow in paradise.