Even  then  all  clouds  float above
and year ends on  APRIL sky
 the dry and  roasted sky
 moans or whines in agony
 betwixt  locked up  berath !

let  it depart
let all  promises end
let only empty memory reside
or float on crimson- evening sky
and the  wind slow down to death
 now only the indifferent  time
be awake !