When the heart is an indigent
abandoned garden, the desert
of the river, cloudy sky,
absconder stars, sultry silent night .
When the heart is a fragile wind ;
the delirium is insane ;
solid stone dead roots ;
rain profusely.
When the heart is like a distant
gallivanter bird in the desert mountain.
The warmth in the womb ,
even so a dead mammal .
When the gore of the chasmic
forest thrills the lotus flower .
The sinking villages ;
floating corpses ;
woke up in the muddy atmosphere
of the deluged mind .
It is forlorn strives
to save the tiny birdies
of Soteria inside the wrecked nest .
The essence then the den mother
that sniffs the corpse of the cub .
The humanity seeks a little air
while confined well.
In outward world all the white light
like Rae...