A thought,
sharp like the southern wind...

Far away I stood to watch,
watch what was once a paradise disappear to ash...

In her eyes lay salt crystals of regret,
pain trying to escape her heart...

If only we knew the point,
where something is going to break...

The harsh light went through the crystal like tear
and like a butterfly...

Moved by my own feelings,
I let my heart explore the nature and the beauty...

Dear my fellow
Poeticians...

I write her life,
Wondering what they write of mine...

It is his voice,
yaa, the voice of that one I love...

I stood there watching,
as she struggle to fight for her last breath...

I'm an apex,
broken from a leaf which soar with the winds...

For my hurt goes beyond
the creation theory...