The tree has a river.

The tree is inside the river.
It is a year of time, and maybe beyond time.
It is already lighting the wicked,
The tree grows with the river.
His wings are fishing on the stars,
And the waves reach on the corner.

But his soul is lonely.
Don’t get used to the depths of the tectus.
And the ring that was on the roof,
A car that is in the river name.
It painted an hour-time on the water.
The car is a reflection for the wheels.

The river is swallowing at night.
The desire to be silent about.
And the moon knows what a myth has.
The tree is able to speak.
When the window comes in the morning,
It gets out of the team that is.

18.08.2022
The Faithful