THE SKY’S ROADS
May God Bless the lips whispering prayers! Only empty hands can dig the sky’s layers. The world’s game may drive its players.My shoes still slide on my stairs. Only naked legs can dive into the sky’s layers. Who will long for all left treasures? Any bread may forget its bakers. How long will I visit the shoemakers? I can’t ask this question even my stairs. The sky’s roads are open to all strangers. Only the icy paths may melt with their skaters.