Stand on the sea shore, thinking of last goodbye
Celebrate the long battle between waves and sands,
Heart bask in the twilight, pours out in the water,
Soak in the unrivalled colour of the vast cloudy sky.
Perhaps still unnerved by the cruel hope and trust,
Birds flying high, the clouds defend themselves,
Escape into my own secluded enclave, struggling,
With the void of the white paper, inkless pen and rust.
Sadness emerges and gives off pain like torn fibres,
So far it acts like an abandoned lamps still burning,
Waiting for the strong breeze to extinguish the flame
And the dark daunting sky with the smudges of stars.
The sharp edges of the cold wind pierce with knife,
Night never gives up in counting empty numbers,
The tall mighty waves drench my trembling feet,
Dead leaves have free fall on the grey wall of the life.