Pretty zinias in the garden,
dance along in unified harmony...

Amidst oceans or mountains,
lies a gnaw in my soul...

A silver pot or a kettle,
i too wrecked this bottle...

I yearn a modest embrace,
a surround circling music...

Your ruffles run through my head,
purple windows stay alive...

A kindred spirit i was,
at seconds or at one...

Deep into an unseen fortress,
tainted whispers hum along, passing through...

Crawling in the wreckage of one love's loss,
minutes seemed decades...

Adrift in the sunken pearls,
lurks my wounded heart...

Hair like a newborn sunrise,
she sings her happiness in the night...

Like the golden sun,
his hair flows freely...

So gently as a sigh,
she slept in her cocoon...