Lonely as ever,

Waithing for happiness to strike

- My soul

Dry as deserts,

Longing for the water of life

To have mercy.

In my world

The trees are white

The earth black

Humans red and sky in flames.

It would change?

Gods to Gods unaware

My moon is burning

For that was mine

Never shared or either betrayed

As pure as always been

Unable to protect it

For its far away

Out of my reach

Only to be felt, never to be
touched

I know nothing will change

I have to live with truth.

Accept it until is too late.

Life may have been

Born in deserts

And shall die there too or

You wish the forgoing arms

Of ice bergs

To ring the bell?

Your life is summer or

It is autumn

One is burning and

The other, chilling.

Not other way round.

Find your life

I them both

You ll see,

Its pretty too,

Enjoy it ………

Before its too late

And

Gets dark for you to

Reach home.