Paradise

Here is the end of the earth in an orange glow
Soaked in gentle warmth of the sun.
And about some very ancient secret
Will remind you of a bird with a pink wing.

Everything is quiet here - foliage, water and wind ...
We sailed here on a white boat,
To the quietest shore in the world
Leaving our cities in the past.

Here in scarlet leaves, in golden grasses
Eternity froze, breathing in autumn.
Capturing in palettes and octaves
Everything that the soul has managed to love.

Here we will find everything that we dreamed of.
The evening star is about to rise ...
Autumn is burning. There is no summer left ...
But there will never be winter either.

Lucy Mokko