Exhausted, I leave this search

Then she enters with soft whispers

She tells me:

"Two laughs were one in a garden alone

Dirt covered face buried in hands

I showed without a trace

Your mind fell quiet

As if I made my leave

But I never left

Resting within the shadows

Of your conscience"

Fragile is the mind given time

An old man who weaved

His childhood dreams into mеmories

Lost and alone

I couldn't beliеve she was only

Imaginary