The storm doesn't apologize
When it rages and tears,
Through a perfectly crafted life.
A rainy day gives no excuse
When it repels the ray of the sun,
None! Absolutely none!.
Who or what, is to be blamed?,
For a wilting and withering plant,
A perched and arid earth.
What do you call a compromise;
Where your opinion alters nothing?.
Death, Time and Season,
Deaf to the incessant wailings,...