It all started from the 14th floor,
where the miracle took its course.
Options replaced by preeminence;
pride and confidence flood in veins.
She glows and grows – day by day;
stands for more and falls for less.
Radiance flashes in her darkened eyes;
the dawn is hers, and the rich blue skies.
Drawing the peace sign in deep purple;
leaving a vestige of the whole deepness.
The wind hides in the next vineyard;
its glory is much too high to defy.
No more wonders, no more mist;
no fierce alarms and no more tricks.
Mass complexities are outdated;
No way to hinder and counsel them.
Let go, leg go, let go of the chapel's gates
The black orchid melts in the age of innocence.