i will now erase the marks of mist sticking to my glassses
i had not cleaned these for a long time
but then dust of a desire
to help all those who had a lot of fire
in their eyes
had stuck my glasses
i could ooly see every thing through thes emarks
now that glasses are clean
will i stop seeing the foot prints
of my hopes
on the path
that paases through the lands
which had crops
of conscience
that will emerge now and then
liek a breeze, taking away my glasses from my hand
for a while