Under the gallows wet tree
I sat there alone
The droplets drenched my left shoulder
Free birds sang a good song
The sky above was blue
But gloomy on the east side
The sand was sticky
I felt the grains on my dry feet
The sun hid itself behind the white cotton clouds
The trees stood still
No breeze but it’s cold
After morning rain it was.

She walked slowly through the pavement
the agony, the sorrow, and the forlorn felt choked
suffocated chest and the trembling cold feet
heavy breathing as she could hear the puff
a gutted it might sound
the longer silhouette followed
warm breeze brushed the pasty cheeks
trees and the blooms waving gently whispering a love song
the nature chanteuses were consoling the dejection
she was abducted into a beguile realm
escaped to feel the evening sun
where the ray embraced her tighter than him