by Oliviu Crâznic
Sweet shadows, a kiss like morning dew
She plays the piano, summoning my obsession
Gentle and shy, she waits for my confession
From many things I’m feeling, I’m saying but a few.
The others are not looking, she’s passing me the key
Shaped all in gold and tears, for it’s to heaven’s door
Through thousand broken timelines I travel to Before –
Elnora’s gate is closing after me.
Elnora’s Gate