Winter
Colourless skies...

Lies
concealed...

Thus Time will cry this everlasting pain,
The cruelest pain of all, the one of love...

The fresh autumnal breeze caress'th my cheek,
the joy this brings I can no longer seek...

Of my beloved girl too much I dream,
Oh! what a futile dream 't all is...

If as they say, our souls are reflected in our...
why are your eyes, instead of lovely and blue, not...

And now again, I fall in love.
A precious girl has caught my soul...

Trapped in a web of lies, a thousand lies,
Where troubles reproduce a million eggs...

'Tis all a greater lie, a futile lie,
A fabricated lie that obfuscates the weakest...

Time's a liar, in whom I trusted much
And love has now betray'd my sense as well...

And now the time for me to part has come,
I must leave from my lovely land, my home...

Cruel Fate
A Tribute to John Donne...