The day wind flows
Through my soul,
The day you fall
And out of control

You leave as falling leaves
Stealer of gold like thieves
By hypnotizing eyes
I saw the universe

All the treasures
Forgotten
And took it away
From my soul

When your stem has become detached
From my veins
Only cicatrix you left alone
Taught to grow more

Mystery words by every verses, wonders.

But it always makes sense and matters;

As blood passing through my veins,

Perseverance and Hope are both there in spades.

As time goes by

Spiritual songs becomes a lullaby

Every glimpse of words with rhymes

Makes my soul rest and shine.