My friend and enemy are two ways of my life. I'm looking forward guessing their features. Knowing my enemy and speaking on that side I feel my friend and taste with him sweet fair peaches. My enemy was partly soul's play, Connected with decisions of my past. My friend is deepest word i want to say, - My sky, my sun, my breath at last. I guess my enemy was just some part of me, Made different plots for to follow... One day will be forgotten by my soul, My swallows will be saved by sunny tree. What kind of earth could feed all roots of tree I can not know and I can only guess. There is bright sky and loving rain for me. And joyfull Yes.