Hand of sorrow,
Sands of time...

Frogs hopping in the pond
Lily pads...

Solitude in winter bleak
Silent heart dare not speak...

There is no reason
For your rhyme...

Clear your mind of all you know
Purge the evil that you sow...

It's pages lay here tattered,
Scattered on the floor...

Hidden
Blackness...

Drink it, drink it
Cherry bomb...

Quiet leaves falling
Carried on whispering winds...

My heart is aching
Spirit weak...

I wonder what
Will come to be...

Crooked smile,
Sideways glance...