[Sadrain]

I haven't been "taught" to write poetry, I just write down my thoughts and sometimes they turn out poem-like.
I promise to never post anything again, but this is the old poem-thing I talked about previously. x3
It has a melody too, in Latvian version. <o<; And probably tons of grammar/logic errors in English.

Walk away,
with feet in the skies
and head on the ground.
Tripping over the clouds
find that which seems the most important
And turn it into ashes.

Dream from afar
because at close all is
white painted shadows
in the mirrors of illusions
and nothing,
and nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.

Walk away,
with head in the skies
and feet on the ground.
Tripping over the stones
find that which seems the smallest
And fall in love with it.

Hate at close,
because from afar everything is
worthy flames when laughed at by others,
but nothing,
but nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.

Return,
flying between the skies and the ground,
having found nothing but
shadows reflection in the sun
And forget it.

Love that which you can't see,
because only what you dreamed
has a meaning when world is destroyed
because nothing,
because nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.

Return,
lost in the Nothingness,
and watch how the lonely wind
chases away the last ashes
when nothing,
when nothing
Can be reborn from ashes.