to the river

• (bkz: words are not what they seem)
  (bkz: autumnblaze)
  (bkz: 2)
  
  long ago the clouds were brighter
  we rode on spanks
  and darkness became a good friend
  when doubts, thiefs of colours
  piled up again
  the rooms were strange
  they seemed to be aware of my fear
  
  who was breaking in my mind to kill me
  who came along to take me away (to the river)
  
  now we're sitting here
  bowed like beggars
  the clouds are low
  we still wonder who payed the caravans
  to the strange rooms
  
  who is breaking in my mind to kill me
  who comes along to drag me to the river
• bir civan gasparyan eseri.
• bir edgar allan poe şiiri:
  
  fair river! in thy bright, clear flow
  of crystal, wandering water,
  thou art an emblem of the glow
  of beauty- the unhidden heart-
  the playful maziness of art
  in old alberto's daughter;
  
  but when within thy wave she looks-
  which glistens then, and trembles-
  why, then, the prettiest of brooks
  her worshipper resembles;
  for in his heart, as in thy stream,
  her image deeply lies-
  his heart which trembles at the beam
  of her soul-searching eyes.