When I was all alone
with loneliness somewhere around
And the piled up books,
hanger-hanged clothes,
and dust-covered Bible
in silence,
surrounded me.
When through the window
I could only see
distant electric pole,
the church tower,
and some trees swaying in the wind.
When silence and emptiness filled the space
but could no longer bring me peace and tranquility.
That's when my heart,
in coldness,
longs for its soulmate.
That's when my soul,
in thirst,
search for its master.
That's when I,
in silent reverie,
reminisced on the past.