Days for flowers bloom in serine silence,
Men grasped for peace in mournful distress,
Pray the rose may not taste blood.
Are we to forever be alone in this crowded world?
Question beseech the shores of yesteryear,
Fish swimming for the dry lake unknowingly,
Damned is he who folly with love,
Why do curious cats never live?
Perhaps, I am the fish,
Swimming to the dry lake.............
