Climbing

Climbing With a bold step forward, once or twice but I walk, I walk .. barely .. And I can't take your hand that's why I'm still stomping on the sand like that. And I drink thirstily from the freshness of the sea, I dive into the sea with all my weight. I contemplate hills of colorful green, I leave without you, we are separated, and as soon as I reach the top of one of them, I will sit down to rest, I will know - I succeeded, but I wasted my so dear love ..