In the veil of illusion,
Out straight of fairy dream,
Angel comes, to my confusion,
Walks the Earth along the streets.

What if I forget for seconds,
Who I am and what to say,
All my present and hard lessons,
Will it simply fade away,

Or I wake up in despair?
Neither tears, nor my words
Will not trouble you in flare, -
I will fight against the odds.

And, I hope, on your own,
Under singing leaves of spring,
You will understand untold
And the puzzle I am in.

January 2026