RAIN RAIN
FELL THE DROPS OF GRACE...

Calla Lilly who was once sit in her silence,
her whisper dry, lips thin...

Alone in the table,
while sipping brewed coffee...

I mean those words for you,
and let me know how you feel...

What do I wrote?
Blank...

Like a dazzling snowflakes in an oak tree,
In her mediocrity she yawn in her glorious day...

The most painful wound
is the relief less one...

Sunrise is all We had,
On the beach that We leaned...

What should I do,
If the snakes crawl on me...

There is a secret I wanna tell you.
Because it is really important...

I could be someday
traveling around the world...

Lord, here I am
lonely and no one in mortality...