he passed the desert
distant gaze dry
bad blood from autumn
thirst from the scorching summer

he seen a nightmare
therefore his insomnia
his fears since-childhood
his  recession comes from own within

he was haul
unbearable fatigue of the body
from the wild waves

hoarseness of voice from shouting
he dressed in black
the intesity of grief on his face
weeping eyes
slience from the pain of his heart