I steer her,
with the musing eyes,
trying to know my fears and affairs,
...
Are you sitting on my grave?
finding noting or playing tricks again?
...
Her Imagination
I steer her,
with the musing eyes,
trying to know my fears and affairs,
but she was half the innocent,
not the innocent,
bitter was she
suffering from her girlish nature,
but just like the child of a new born age........