Fifty fayes - 9.02.2017

Fifty years have passeth by

Fifty more questions to wonder why

Your mythical existence has struck my permanence

Fifty more "hows" and fifty more sighs

Fifty ideas to live by

I fly away faster, fifty times shy

To fifty other skies and one last goodbye

For the fiftieth heaven I die one more time.

I feel your ideas, shutting my eyes,

They raise me fifty ages high.