The Glass Sandwich by Tomas Veres - HTML preview

Sometimes, clouds bring a fairy-tale,

Sometimes, the tide soaks up a young sail,

Sometimes, gems seduce us with their colour,

Sometimes, objects steal our fleeting power,

Sometimes,

It happens too many times,

Without shaking hands,

Without equal agreements,

Paralyzed, vainly waiting for a second breath,

Drowned, under shadows of flourishing grief.