Island's

When originally the time we were an island.

As the one.

Expotion is during a glance.

The day I marine downside the water.

To discover the prue crystal.

As u fly up to touch sky.

Release the wings into total free clean air.

Then broken island steamed as non-word expotion.

Then u became the bird.

As well shininess of lights turn into sun.

Then I became the fish.

Meditate under the sea.

As well the blue moon speechless immersed romanticly.

In the shadows of my figures

Till once upon a day

The fish stared at the sky and the bird.

With whole curiosity of them

And the bird saw the fish

It laughed at the naive fish

Which likely never been able to close the eyes.

Till once upon a day

The fish desire to stretch out the wings

The elegance of every endless-like moment.

And the bird burnt out all it enthusiasm

Flying down to kiss the bubbles on the surface of sea.

Right on the fish.

The bird and birds sink

The fish and fishes fly away

They sink in the middle

Right between the lowest of sky

And the highest of osean.

That was one day the island

coincided

Striked remains no surplus.

To forget how long they desired ever.