Hidden behind the moments of time,
shall you be flying,
from perch to branch ,
leaping across streams,
wading through the thick woods,
vanishing in dreams…
Lost land of invisible wants,
cravings and desires of strange sort,
vast spread of glittering stones,
sparkling and twinkling the eyes more….
Slipping out of the grip of my soul,
diminishing the stature of conscience grown,
the shine of the luxuries and lust,
triggers and fuses the heart’s bulb…
O! Avaritia ! how long will you run!