We dance in liberty.
Guided by gentle wind,
We twirl in delight.
We take stand next to one another:
the innocent ones take bow;
the pure ones join as one,
Glistening in the light.
How I want to capture you,
your radiance, your beauty…
But you always disappear into thin air
when I hold you close
in my palms.
Is it my warmth that drives you away?
Is it my eagerness that makes you fade?
‘Why does beauty fade as soon as it captures an admiring glance?
Why is glittering so short-lived?
What is man and his fragile nature?
How vapid are life pursuits?’