Beautiful alone

I remember only the night. The cold air tension which might slash at your skin. I remember
only the sour orange light. How beautiful! It has the power which can change the world.
The absolute power which can change the world named I. I would like to watch the way it goe
s infinitely. Like a river. Goes devotedly. Sometimes dances twirling. Jumps. Splashes.
Gets deep. Gets fast. Wraps. Universal free. Clear.