There is only one way up, even if the path is narrow and rough.
On the other side kisses taste differently, roses smell as mornings,
rain stays longer and feels void, words could cover the pain of emptiness..
Step by step you are moving away, you are open to reach for stars,
you allow sun to touch your face, every step get you close to the mountain..
At the end it would be as you are reaching Mt. Everest
Capture the moment of silence.. 
Hidden
Gledam te kroz spustene trepavice,
mrzim da otvorim oci i vidim jutra u kojima nema tebe..
Svaki nas smijeh, svaki nasa rijec ostala je da zvoni u rana praskozorja.
Ja sam ostala smirena trazeci jutra koja podsjecaju na stara putovanja..