The morning tenderness
Its fairly sunrise...

A roller coster of emotions floods over me
Pledged with constant doubts...

Two Angels
Make a symbol...

A mighty leaf lies
Its last blossom...

Me and you
I wish it were true...

The world you pretend living
Is like no other,than a black mist...

The emotions I ever felt, were ever vivid, ever...
For at times I'd knelt, debating on whether life...

As I shall write these
words, numbers, hieroglyphs...

Gradually my world is falling apart
For without you in it...

While I stroll here on fairy sands
With my words as my hands...

I sense that you are very far
Very far to behold...