To the greatest pain
There is a heal
That delights one's heart

To the greatest ache
There is a ache
That delights one's heart

But to which soul do I go
When I feel the deepest love?

Are they still good
When the songs of life played
Where were they?
Playing silences on cottage

Are they still alive
When they breath half air
Are they;

When they wander to the seas
Are they Alive?

is there any end to the
soul which sticks to you;
simply not listening to
your heart, made
the branches go dry

many farmers came and
water dripped and
drenched the soil
but the branches never
got wet.
the trees go dry
as time went..

what are you searching
when the fruit is not yet
grown, when the tree is not
yet a tree and a plant is not grown

when you are sitting on
the dry fields,
with no water or seeds
what are you hoping for
an apple or wheat?

on the day
of the hearts sun
the glowing bloom
which shed upon her

his first ever love
couldn't even recognize her
still he look back
to catch a glimpse

of the divine beauty
her eyes present to him
his heart was forever sealed
in cage of her skin

Her a broken flower
in this maddening world
sometimes she closed her eyes
in front of the world
and said "black is more lovely than this world will ever be"

she stared at me
saw the emptiness she has never seen
felt my heart aching
still she stare inside

saw a broken tunnel
with no feelings inside
she left and stopped her search
as she knew
I was too far from heal