When the lilies have wilted
And the violets are gone
I will stand naked in my garden
In a pack of plenty,
Bowed I stand out.
I am maimed, but not useless.
I am used to test the palate.
We come from different worlds
Two different lives, hearts, languages.
Yet, I know what you are,
And I know what you feel.
I smelt you today...
Not but a whisper.
Somewhere in the yesterdays.
A sharp pain in my nothingness awakened me.
Opinions vary as they fall on the lips of fools,
Our country, she dies of shame under the suffocation of mediocrity.
One sophomore after another climbs to the stage,
Stumbles around in drunken superiority,
Release your weeds
Winter petals fall upon a crystal lake
Inhale deep breaths of bitter cold
White soft shadows fall unto the ground
Recalling a past of innocence
There once was a cluster of trees,
in a small wood I once knew.
I passed them by, day after day,
Glittering brightly with morning dew.