Comments about Kaiza Abaincia
I heard you wept behind that cold wall.
Mourns so familiar as if they are my own;
I saw you hide and concealed with the darkness,
Veiling all pains and crouched in silence.
I nearly fail to recognize at first sight,
Your face with the tiny squint of light;
Far beyond your yesterday’s bright,
Lost and faded, all magic’s ran out.
Trapped in a seemed huge box,
Deciding became your crucial task.
To hold on or not, to wait or to stop,
Writing an end to the song at last;
Without a word, you turned your back.
With shaking legs, you walked as ...