I breath from the fragrant air
Nothing left, but in my deepest despair

Did I ever give up

to entire my life?

Then I notice a flower in the air
Flies slowly
in front of my browny
eyes. Notice that. Really?

So my heart becomes a garden of
Flowers, flowers in the air
The air has filled it
With no space for everything,
Except for the Almighty God

Does one know
the burden space has been growing


Does one consciously

for what I have done of the flowers?