She wants to sleep in peace But the pearls from her eyes are falling on the pillow All the emotions & memories have become like the smoke of the dead candles candles are dead, But the smoke is spread all around
The human mind is much like the sea Too rough, too stormy Primitive and wild on the surface Wavering without serenity.. But deep within, For those who seek There exists a calmness And that's where The glowing pearls are found...