To the suffer,

To the time,

To the hill,

To the suffer hill.   

she wanted to escape, 

even she could not be aware of what it was,

ESCAPE?

PARADISE?

RUNNING?

JUST RUNNING?

Leave the forest. 

leaves bothered , the gulf is too deep.

Wound in the wind, Tamed from the time.

Time tamed wound, Tame to Time.

Time was tamed by the forest .

It was a road,Walking and chasing.

Walking and looking back ,

Again Walking ,

And again looking back . 

Do not look back.

Do not breathe.                                                                                                   It was a tree, It was a wood.

The forest of mine.

Leave the forest, and the trees come into view.

The forest of time.

It was mine.

All of it was me,

All of it was time,

All of it was years,

with nothing left behind.

It was running and running,

chasing and chasing,

fleeing and fleeing.

.

.

.

stumbling and fleeing, with shadows chasing.

No paradise in escape.

Came out of the wood just in front of us,

It was just a forest.

Wound in the Wind,

Wind over the Wound.

Wood in the forest,

forest with the wood.

she believes that

if she can run,

as fast as possible,  

as long as possible, 

She believed that could bring a paradise.

No paradise in escape.

It was chasing and fleeing , fleeing and fleeing ,and running.

Paradise 

The Old Persian ,paridaiza,walled enclosure,garden surrounded by a wall,

In ancient Greek, parádeisos ,παράδεισος ,enclosed garden.

the forest surrounded by the wall, in the middle of the forest .

Time tells us,we can never go back. 

This suffering will never be the end.

The road turned to a garden, green with quiet promises.

Walled gardens of paradise, where no escape could build a home.

Talking to time,

Pleading for it to stop,

Begging ,

Please just go over me,

Talking and Begging then.

Time had already moved over me .

It was already passing over me,

It was a forest, 

we had already passed through.

In escape .

Wound in the Wind,Wind over the Wound.

Leave the Forest , there was a Forest.

Wood in the forest, wound in the forest,it was me, 

It was just a forest .

To the suffer,

To the time,

To the suffer hill.                                       

                                                                                The road turned to a garden, green with quiet promises.

Walled gardens of paradise, where no escape could build a home.

stumbling and fleeing, with shadows chasing.

Walking and looking back ,

Again Walking ,

And again looking back .